Why Am I Not Shifting Novels & Stories

I said already tired of talking. "Hmm... This one is hard Nicole. Have you ever shifted?" "Shifted? No!" I knew what shifting was and I knew I have never ever shifted. "What does shifting have to do with this." "The trick to this Nicole is shifting. You have to go to a forest, shift, and run round the forest to let out the steam. That's just all. It isn't so hard, but hard for those that haven't ever shifted. It would also be satisfying if you injure the said girl he was cheating on you with. That's a trick, Nicole." Phils explained and I knew what he was saying was way way not for me. I haven't shifted and don't think I would ever shift.

What happens if I try to and it doesn't work? "Hi," Quinn's voice comes from behind me, turning I see him standing there. I'm surprised Raven didn't feel him coming closer and make me aware. That now worries me even more, how can I shift if she isn't even making me aware when Quinn is closer by? "What do I need to do to help you shift?" he asks, as he takes a seat next to me. "I'm not sure, I've never read up on it," I shrug slightly. I had no plans of finding my mate, so I never looked into how a mate could help.

Reaching blindly for support, I yanked at the tablecloth—plates and bowls crashing to the floor. In that split second, I slipped. My face slammed into the shattered porcelain. The pain was sharp, blinding—but it brought me back to clarity. Blood poured down my face. Sylvie froze in fear, too afraid to come closer, only standing there crying and mumbling incoherently. I dragged myself upright, hands trembling, and with what strength I had left, called the police and an ambulance.

“Actually, something has been off… and I was hoping for an examination to get some answers.” She frowned. “I’m going to need a bit more details than that, love,” she tells me. “What do you mean by ‘off?’” I swallowed. “I mean, I uh…” I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts. “I’m unable to shift.” I lower my voice at that last part, as if I didn’t want the ghosts in the waiting room to hear me. “Oh my. That does seem serious. When did you notice that happening?” “It started only recently, I believe,” I tell her, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth. “It was the first time I tried to shift in a while, so I’m not entirely sure the timeline.”

I exhale sharply. “I hate shifting,” I admit. “I don’t have full control when I do. And I hate that.” “Is that the only reason?” No. “Yes.” He watches me for a long moment, and the weight of his attention makes my skin itch. I look away, fidget with the hem of my leggings. Stare at the wall. Anything to escape that burning gaze. “What’s the other reason?” “There isn’t…” “What’s the other reason, Lyra?” For fuck’s sake.

I nodded. “This also means you have to shift back,” he pointed out. “I don’t think I can,” I admitted. “What do you mean? How did you do it all other times?” he asked. “This is my second time shifting. Clayton talked me out of it the first time round, and even then it took a while,” I explained. He sighed. “I wish you mother were here. Only she would know what you’re talking about.” “What do you mean?” I asked.

“That was amazing. The shift was absolutely seamless. I didn’t have to focus or force anything. It just happened.” She nodded, but couldn’t hide her discouragement. “It wasn’t anything like that for me. I could feel some kind of power, but couldn’t really connect with it well enough to do anything with it. Plus, I don’t know how to shift, or what to shift into.” She didn’t admit that part of her had held back too. Shifting into another form frightened her.

I pull away from Gisella so I can sink my fingers into my hair freely. Searing heat runs at the back of my eyes as I feel my claws protrude from my fingertips. Disappointment takes over when I realize that my shifting isn’t moving onward. Sure, the color of my eyes change. Now, I see my claws emerging. But why am I not shifting fully? Why? “Aaahhh!!!” Grabbing my hair, I clenched my fists in desperation. “Hey, sweet cheeks… It will be okay…” My friend tries to pacify me, probably not wanting our audience to think that I’m losing it. Even though, I feel like I’m really losing it.

He can't teach me something that should've been a part of my life since I was a pup. Then, there's the painful concept of semi-shifting, as he calls it. It's the impressive ability to shift a certain part of your body rapidly to make it stronger. So, you'd throw a punch at your opponent and shift partially, making the blow almost deadly. I can't grasp this whatsoever. I find it impossible to shift only one part of me and have no guidance or the damndest clue on how to do it. Instructor Wylde offers no advice. I'm standing amidst a relatively large group of people but I've never felt more alone in all my life.

I’m a shifter, which means I’m strong, but I don’t know the first thing about throwing. If I was lucky, the keys ended up deep in the forest, maybe in the belly of whatever wildlife lives around here. If I’m a terrible thrower, they hit a tree and were easy to find as soon as Shane went looking. All I know is that I was motivated. The sound of approaching footsteps tells me that motivation is not enough. That I throw like a girl or I’m just unlucky. Probably a combination of the two. But none of that changes the fact that shifting is no longer a possibility. There’s no way I’d finish before Shane got to me.