Rebirth: Rogues Shifter Series Book 1
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Jackie Crawford never felt human. Mystery solved.
My senses are sharp, my body is sleek, my speed is turbo powered, my mind is still mine. Shifter. I’m a shifter. A creature I didn’t know existed until a few days ago. Now I’m settling in to having two forms, my human half growing stronger along with my beautiful animal. Everything finally makes sense.
Danger stalks this unfamiliar world – fae, vampire, wolf, witch. But as it is with humans, not every strange creature is evil. Garrett, my vampire trainer, has placed me with a team of rogue shifters, teaching me to fight, to use my magic to protect, to be all that I was meant to be. Ley line energy fuels my spirit along with my magic. I’ve survived worse. I can do this. Bring it on.
Garrett is my biggest challenge, but he and his secrets don’t stand a chance against this determined cheetah.
Gayle Parness
Gayle was surprised when she first discovered how much she enjoyed writing. She began eight years ago after reading a popular paranormal romance series and thinking, I’d like to do that too. Since then, she’s indie published fifteen books with many more on the way, writing paranormal fantasy/paranormal romance under Gayle Parness and spicy paranormal romance/urban fantasy and hot contemporary romance under her pen name Marie Booth.Besides writing books, Gayle’s a musical theatre geek, a Disney parks maniac, a lover of pasta, pizza, and pinot noir, and is owned by a black cat with big bones named Stealth. She’s raised two amazing daughters who bring her great joy every day and hopes to take some time off to travel really soon. As soon as she finishes that next book...She can’t write a word without music playing in the background so if you ever bump into her, she’ll probably have her earbuds in, listening either to music or an audiobook. You may have to shout to get her attention. :)Audiobook news: All nine Rogues Shifter Series books are currently available on Audible, ibooks, Amazon, and many other vendors: Narrated by Reba BuhrNext on my writing agenda: In Demand: Rogues Shifter Series: Book 10, releasing spring, 2022Thanks for reading!GayleSign up for my newsletter to get all the latest info on my new releases and to have the opportunity to win books, audiobooks, swag and other fun prizes.Newsletter Signup:Website: https://www.gayleparness.comFB: http://facebook.com/gayleparness-authorTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/gayleparnessInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/gayleparnessauthor/Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5165431.Gayle_ParnessBookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/gayle-parnessPinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/GayleParnessWattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/user/GayleParnessAuthorConnect to my evil twin, Marie Booth, for LGBTQ+ Paranormal Romance, M/F Contemporary Romance & M/F Urban Fantasy.https://www.mariebooth.com
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49 ratings3 reviews
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5an interesting plot and fast paced drama. I really enjoyed book one and look forward to reading the rest of the series
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Is it for younger adults or children ( would it be suitable)
I put a rating of 1, but I have never read it - Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5I usually don't leave books unfinished, but I quit this book halfway through. I am normally a fan of paranormal books and this being about shapeshifters, definitely interested me. This book, however, wasn't my cup of tea. Jackie, the main character, discovers shes a shifter. A rare one, of course. She accepts that as truth very nonchalantly after being kidnapped by someone saying he's going to train her.I'm not 17 but even as a 17 year old, I wouldn't have taken it for the truth so quickly. Add to it all this other stuff (shifting vampire, fae, werewolves) and I just couldn't do it.
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Rebirth - Gayle Parness
1
Ilay unconscious on the damp ground, my body still, my mind untroubled even by dreams. Awareness returned in tiny bits and pieces, each moment a battle to free myself from the mental fog. My heart pounded in my chest as I desperately gulped in small quantities of cold fresh air, burning my dry throat as it traveled to my lungs. Pine needles and rough stones dug uncomfortably into my arms and back. I shifted my body, trying to ease the ache.
Pungent scents assaulted my nose from every direction: the musky forest floor, wood smoke, the sea, a metallic odor: blood—my blood.
The shock jolted me to sit up and stare down at my body. My arms and hands were covered with splotches of dried blood. The knees of my black jeans were shredded and stained—my bare feet drenched in mud. I trailed a shaky hand over my chest and belly, finding no injuries except for the ripped state of my tee shirt. I gasped loudly then immediately slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound. Someone had dumped me here, injured and unconscious. My attacker could still be nearby.
Wincing, I tried to smother my fear and concentrate on sorting out my frightening situation. Unfortunately, the sudden upright movement had my stomach competing for the gold medal on the uneven parallel bars. I lowered myself gently back to the ground and glared up at the stars, frustrated by my weakness. I swallowed hard to keep from losing my last meal—whenever and whatever that was—and shut my eyes to stop the trees from spinning.
If sitting up meant vomiting all over myself, I could hang out here on the ground for a little while longer, no problem. I took a breath and sifted through my hazy memories in the hopes of figuring out how I got here.
I remembered putting my bike in the shed after riding all day and seeing a man I hadn’t recognized sitting on my neighbor’s porch steps. It was strange, because the Reynolds had left for vacation the day before. He stood when I passed and smiled at me, so I’d smiled back automatically to be polite. He was tall, dressed in coveralls, with wavy dark hair that hung below his collar. I thought maybe he’d been hired by the Reynolds to do some yard work while they were gone. But how much yard or construction work is done in the evening?
The squeaky gate had sounded its usual protest as I passed through and walked up the gravel path to the side entrance of the house I lived in with Justin and Maggie, the couple who’d recently adopted me. As I was putting the key into the lock, the air behind me stirred, and a pungent wintergreen scent filled my nostrils. A muscular arm had wrapped around my waist and a calloused hand covered my mouth. I struggled briefly but couldn’t call out other than to mumble a frightened grunt. Something sharp pricked my neck. Nothing else.
Still sprawled out flat on the forest floor, I shuddered. The man had drugged me and taken me—somewhere, but where? I listened intently but heard only a variety of squeaks and squawks, scratching and scurrying by the local smaller woodland inhabitants. Those creatures didn't bother me. It was the human variety that concerned me at the moment.
I was so angry with myself I could scream. A stranger on my neighbor’s porch should have set off alarms in my head. I dug my nails into my palms, forcing my mind back online.
Think.
Getting to the nearest road was my first idea, but I didn’t know where I was or even if a road passed through this remote area. I listened as carefully as I could for the hum of passing cars, but heard nothing. Maybe I could follow the stream. It would most likely lead me to a campground or a town.
Of course, to accomplish any of that I had to stand up. I shivered again, remembering my recent attempt. Although the nausea had dissipated, I was desperately cold and thirsty. Whoever had attacked me must have left me for dead out here in the woods.
Think! No matter what the guy's motives, I was alive and I intended to stay that way. I bit my lip and forced away my fear, knowing better than most that panic was as much my enemy as the stranger was.
Where are you running, sweetheart?
The man’s breath smelled of cigarettes and beer. His hand stroked my hair.
Stop it!
I whispered through gritted teeth. Reliving past horrors wouldn’t help me. That attack was two years ago and those men couldn’t hurt me ever again. Later, when I was safe, I could fall apart. Now, I needed to kick myself in the ass and get moving because lying here was dangerous. The smell of my blood could attract predators and I so didn’t want a run-in with a bear. People sometimes died from exposure and shock, so I needed to find shelter. I took in another lungful and noticed once again the scent of woodsmoke. There must be a hunter or a camper in the area who could help me.
I tried to sit up but I was still too dizzy, so instead I called out, as loudly as I could, Is anyone here? Please, I need help!
My throat sounded raspy and felt sore, probably from being so dry.
The forest quieted and the hairs on my arms rose. Something was moving toward me.
I forced my arms and legs to move into a hands-and-knees position and dredged up the energy to drag my exhausted body under some nearby brush and curl into a ball. I wished myself invisible, but understood how pitifully lame my effort was. Why hadn’t I kept my big mouth shut? A frightened moan slipped through my lips, but I quickly covered them with my sticky hands and chanted mentally. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.
A pair of large hiking boots stopped inches from my feet, quickly followed by a masculine hand parting the bushes. A man crouched next to me, speaking in a soft voice, You’re safe. Are you injured?
I didn’t speak. Try to get up now. I won’t hurt you.
Left without options, I forced myself to crawl out from under the bushes. After he helped me sit up, he draped an old wool blanket over my shoulders. I clutched it tightly to my body to try and stop the shaking. Maybe I was wrong and this wasn’t my attacker, but instead some camper who happened to hear me call out. Why would my kidnapper care if I was cold?
I’m too dizzy to stand up. I’ll fall.
I twisted around to look at his face and inhaled a too familiar whiff of wintergreen.
My breath caught in my chest as I stared at the man I’d seen earlier on the Reynolds’ porch. He seemed taller, maybe 6’2", and was no longer dressed in coveralls. Instead he wore jeans and a brown long-sleeved tee, which fit tightly over his slim but well-muscled frame. His dark eyes took in my ragged condition and he shook his head, not smiling. Dried blood was evident on his hands and shirt and that worried me—a lot.
If you try to run away, I'll restrain you. It’s for your own safety.
Wow. Just what a freezing cold, thirsty girl who can barely sit up wants to hear, right? I won’t run.
I didn’t have a chance of outrunning him barefoot in my wobbly condition.
He held out his hand and after a moment, I reluctantly reached for it. It was large and warm and might have been comforting if the circumstances were different. Pulling me up without effort, he helped me wrap the blanket around my shoulders more securely, then brushed some leaves out of my hair. I didn’t have the strength to pull away.
I'm sorry this happened. How do you feel?
I looked at him as if he were crazy. How do you think? And what the hell do you care anyway?
My anger popped to the surface in a burst of venom. His mouth turned down, probably annoyed at my attitude. Well, tough. I'd rather he thought I was angry than... I looked down at my still shaking hands clutching the blanket. I was pretty much scared to death right about now, but he didn't need to know that. Who are you?
I tried to look confident by taking a step on my own, but my traitorous knees buckled. He held my arm to steady me.
Take it slow.
Did he just smile? Was he laughing at me? You drugged me, right? Where am I?
Several tears ran down my cheeks. Stop crying, you wimp. If I didn’t keep my head, I may not survive the next few hours. I wiped my face roughly with a corner of the blanket.
His voice was soothing and deep, without even a hint of anger. I’ll answer your questions in a little while. We’re heading to that cabin in the clearing. You can get cleaned up and have something to eat and drink.
He held my arm so I couldn't pull away, placing his hand against my forehead. You’re dehydrated and your body temp’s low. Just don’t try to run and everything will be fine.
I breathed in another mouthful of minty-flavored air and felt myself relax.
The cabin he'd mentioned was only twenty-five yards away, hidden behind some low hanging branches. He gestured in that direction and I found myself staring at it with longing. I was weak and thirsty. More than thirsty, my stomach was cramping up from hunger. I had no idea when I'd eaten last.
I stumbled forward with the stranger supporting my arm to help me keep my balance. As I walked up the wooden steps and across the narrow porch to enter the cabin, I shivered with fear and anticipation. One thing was clear. I had to keep my head and figure out a way to escape. He didn’t know I was more than I seemed, not just a frightened teenaged girl. I was strong and fast and I was going to get out of this forest and back home, as soon as I figured out how to walk again.
2
We entered a cozy room with multi-colored rugs and an old, comfy looking couch decorated with pillows and throws. A well-worn armchair sat near a lit fireplace, the moving flames decorating the walls with dancing shadows. The comforting smell of home-cooked meals lingered in combination with another musty odor, common to cabins occupied only on occasion.
He handed me a sports-sized water bottle and pointed toward a narrow hallway to the left. Your room is the second door on the right. Do you think you can make it?
Yes,
I snapped.
There’s a bag of clothes on the bed. The bathroom has clean towels on the shelf.
I didn’t move. Go on, kid. No one will bother you. Just don’t try to run away. There’s really nowhere to go and we need to talk.
I took a couple of swigs from the water bottle, but stayed where I was. He smiled and tried to sound reassuring. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make you something to eat and then explain everything. Go ahead.
He gave my shoulder a squeeze and turned away, heading for the small kitchen to the right, opening the fridge and getting out a few bags.
Stumbling through the door he’d indicated, I locked it behind me and forced my shaky body to move into the small bathroom. After locking that door, I stripped and showered, my need to wash away the blood and warm up under the hot water taking precedence over my fear. It was important to see where I was injured and clean any wounds. The hot water felt like heaven, and I scrubbed my body hard, getting every bit of the blood and mud out of my hair and off my skin. The soap and shampoo worked their magic, and as I dried with a large towel I sighed with relief. I smelled human again.
Unwrapping the towel, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the steamy bathroom and examined myself. Strangely, not one cut or scrape marred my skin, not even a bruise. Even more alarming, the scars that had marked my body after my attack two and a half years ago had disappeared as well.
Car doors slamming.
Two sets of feet rushing toward me.
Where are you running, sweetheart?
A rag shoved in my mouth.
A hand stroking my hair.
So pretty.
My knees gave out and I sat down hard on the closed toilet seat. I covered my face with my hands and forced air into my lungs. When I finally stopped trembling, I visualized pushing the dark memory back into its box, the way I always coped with that particular horror. I rubbed my arms, tightening them around my body in a feeble attempt to banish the ghosts that still seemed to haunt me.
And there were plenty of them to banish. Raised within the state foster care system, I was passed from family to family, never really fitting in anywhere. I’d heard the labels: Troublemaker, Disruptive, Self Destructive, the list went on. Sometimes I was all those things. Mostly I was lonely and angry.
At my various schools, I'd become pretty good at short-term friendships, but I moved around too often to hold onto even one. To survive, I threw my energy into schoolwork, getting good grades and even skipping ahead. But in most of my foster homes, I’d felt out of place and unwanted, unable to trust the adults who always sent me away without giving me the time I needed to adjust. I’d never lived in one place long enough to have a chance at a normal life.
The familiar feelings of hurt and rage began to build in my gut as tears ran down my cheeks. I jumped up and paced the room, scanning it for a way out, my spirit aching for a run. The window was large enough, but I wasn’t an idiot. The kidnapper had left me alone and unguarded, so the cabin must be in a very remote area. If I ran, he’d follow me and bring me back. Maybe tie me up. And I still wasn’t at my best. I needed food.
Grunting in frustration, I slapped my hand against the window frame hard, not minding the sting. I was never one to wallow in a pity party, but this day really sucked, even more than usual. No matter how crappy my life had been, I wasn't ready to die. I'd be seventeen in a few days, if I lived that long. I could still go to college. Maybe turn my life around.
The guy playing house in the other room said he wasn't going to hurt me, but could I believe him? I wiped away the last few tears and blew my nose with bath tissue.
Enough.
On the bed was a shopping bag containing clothes in all the right sizes. I was surprised to see that this was quality stuff, made of good fabrics, not discount store merchandise. Reluctantly, I dressed. My shirt and jeans were no longer usable and I wasn’t about to stay wrapped up in a stupid towel. In a smaller bag were other items: toothpaste, a toothbrush, hairbrush, deodorant and more. Guess he figured I was sticking around for a while. I returned to the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth, then scowled at the mirror.
I am such a jerk.
Grunting, I pulled my hair roughly back into its usual ponytail, finding some comfort in the familiar action. I peered closely at my puffy red eyes to see if my pupils were dilated from the drug he’d given me. They looked normal, and other than my raging hunger, I was feeling okay again.
I straightened my body to its full 5'9" and did a few stretches, just in case I caught a break. I ran often—it was how I dealt with the memories and the day to-day-pain, flushing away the rage and the loneliness with every stride. It was just me and the road, and I liked it that way. Sometimes a cruel comment or unfair situation had me lacing up my sneakers and racing out the door without telling anyone where I was going, escaping before my rage could reach the boiling point and turn dangerous. At least that was my fear. That a part of me could lose control and do serious damage.
But on the road, my body moved in a perfect rhythm, strong and powerful—and fast. Freakishly fast. So fast I had to hide the truth from everyone. I'd timed myself running on secluded roads where no one would see me.
I looked toward the door to the hallway, remembering the cold ground and the fear and the nausea. Maybe doing some damage wouldn’t be so bad in this particular instance. Could this guy really catch me? He had long legs—that’s for sure—and he looked fit. The thought of getting caught sent shivers through my bones. He was quick and quiet. And what if he had a gun?
I jumped at the two raps on the door. I hadn't heard him walking down the narrow hallway. My hearing was usually great. How did he do that?
Kid, I made you something to eat. You need to get your strength back. It’s been over a day since you’ve eaten.
I listened for his retreating steps but heard nothing but the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing in the kitchen.
Wait, did he say over a day? Was it Monday night? Maggie and Justin must be so worried. Knowing them, they probably already had the town turned upside down with search teams out in force and my face already on milk cartons. If only there was some way to let them know where I was and that I wasn’t hurt.
The odor of food reminded me that I needed to eat to get my strength back. I stood, reached for the doorknob and froze. Decision time: run or stay. Something in my gut told me if the man had wanted to kill me he would have done it already.
I sniffed, my mouth beginning to water. It smelled like steak.
My empty stomach took over command, forcing my brain to send out orders to turn the knob. I peeked down the hallway toward the kitchen, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of my face and grimacing with resolve. Maybe I could somehow convince him to let me go. I’d talked myself out of tough situations before. I was actually pretty good at it. Tonight I'd need all my skills.
I smiled on the inside, my confidence building. I could always run away later, while he was asleep.
3
The dark haired stranger turned as I walked into the small kitchen. Sit here.
He smiled and motioned to one of the three wooden chairs pulled up against a small round table. I sat down hesitantly and he handed me a steak knife, fork, and napkin. There was a pitcher of cold water on the table and he told me to help myself, so I drank down a glass, not minding the cold ache against my throat. He placed a large bowl of salad on the table followed by another with bread, then handed me a dinner plate laden with a steak and fries.
I watched him as he served up his own food, careful not to let him notice me doing it. His back was broad, but his waist was slim as were his long legs. He looked young when he smiled, probably around twenty-two or twenty-three. He’d managed to find the time to change his shirt and clean up while I was still in the bathroom. His movements were graceful like a martial artist’s, but I sensed that underneath the smile and the elegance was a dangerous man.
He sat across from me. Eat, Jackie, and I’ll explain a few things.
He knew my name. Had he looked in my wallet? I glanced around the room hoping to find my backpack. My cell phone was in there, something else I hadn’t thought about. Jeez, I'd definitely been drugged if I'd forgotten about my cell phone. Taking a big bite of the steak, I realized I was totally starving. I forgot about everything else, shoveling in mouthful after mouthful as fast as I could chew and swallow.
His voice was soft and soothing. Slow down a little. There's plenty. My name's Rob. I’m not going to hurt you, but I'll have to lock you up if you try to run away.
I heard you the first time.
I glared at him over my water glass. Now that the drugs seemed to be mostly out of my system, my fear had turned to anger.
Still, he smiled at me, as if my attitude was no big deal. Good. You understand. Makes things easier.
Easier for you, or for me?
I continued to scowl between bites.
Both of us, but mostly for you.
I was annoyed that he wasn’t taking me seriously. I squirted out some ketchup and chewed on a fry, watching him as he took another bite of his salad. The food was making me feel a lot better, giving me the nerve to ask questions. Why did you kidnap me?
He just kept on chewing, watching me but not answering.
They’ll find me and you’ll go to jail.
I bluffed, not sure at all that someone would find me in this remote location. Are we in the Sierras?
He swallowed, hesitating for a moment as if wondering how to proceed. What I’m going to tell you will be tough for you to hear.
Spit it out.
I kept shoving food in my mouth. I’d need this energy later when I made a break for it.
"No one will report you missing. Maggie and Justin told your school that you were moving because Justin needed to start a new job in Colorado. They’ve already left town and a moving company is packing up your house. Your stuff is going into storage until you need it.
I stopped eating. You’re crazy if you think I’m falling for that bull.
You’ll be able to see them again in a couple of months.
I didn't respond. They wanted me to tell you they love you. They felt terrible about not being able to talk to you first. But we had no choice. Your situation was becoming dangerous.
Dangerous?
I’ll be calling them regularly to fill them in on your progress. They’ve actually helped us like this before, although you’re the only child they’ve adopted. They think you’re an amazing kid.
I'd been holding my breath, unable to believe what I was hearing. This can’t be real. My family cared about me. They definitely wouldn’t leave town without me. They wouldn’t want me to get hurt or to be frightened or to be alone.
It was suddenly way too much to deal with. You’re full of shit,
I yelled, standing and knocking the chair over. I started backing away, holding my steak knife in front of me and searching for a way to get around Rob and out of the cabin.
Rob moved so quickly I had no time to react. The knife clattered uselessly to the floor as he secured my wrists in a tight grip, his face only inches from mine. My nostrils filled once more with his cool wintergreen scent and I shuddered, my muscles relaxing against my will.
Intrigued by his strange ability, I looked up into his dark brown eyes. Who is this guy? I panic, and he soothes me. I was ready to explode ten seconds ago and now…
Oh no, I wasn’t some weak little girl he could control with some spooky cologne. I gritted my teeth. Let go of me,
I demanded, trying to pull away without success. I hoped he didn't think I was really going to stab him with the knife. I’ve never been a violent person, but this experience was stressing out my sanity circuits.
He was having absolutely no trouble holding me in place. I tried a couple of moves I’d learned in self-defense class, but nope. No luck. And he was smiling at me. What a jerk. I’ll let go if you sit down and eat more of your meal.
Fine.
No use letting a perfectly good steak go to waste. I’d spent too many nights as a kid feeling hungry. But I still don’t believe anything you said.
He’d somehow righted my chair without me noticing. How was that possible? I sat, but didn’t feel all that hungry anymore. I pushed the plate away.
If you don’t eat, it’ll take longer to recover from the meds.
What did you give me?
It had actually flashed in my head for a whole thirty seconds that Rob wasn’t so bad, but then I remembered the dizziness, the nausea and the blood. I narrowed my eyes and fantasized about seeing him led away to jail.
He seemed to be amused by my anger, which annoyed me even more. It’s a new drug created for a specific purpose. You had your first dose a few hours ago and didn’t exactly react the way the other trainees did. You ran off and I couldn’t find you for an hour or so.
He laughed at his own private joke. You're pretty damn fast.
You've done this to others?
Yes. There’s a good reason, if you’ll just listen.
No way was I listening to Mister Minty Fresh the serial kidnapper. I should have kept running. You wouldn’t have caught me.
Slapping my hands down hard on the table, I glared directly at him, too angry to be afraid.
Rob leaned back in the chair looking kind of smug, but his voice was soothing. You’re wrong, Jackie, I would have found you.
He pointed at my plate. Keep eating.
He frowned so I took another tiny bite. I know this is very difficult, but the sooner you can recognize the truth of your situation, the easier it will be for you to adapt.
There was something compelling about him when he spoke in that calm clear way. I wanted to believe that he didn't want to harm me, but I was afraid to let down my guard.
My stomach growled again. I looked down at the delicious steak and decided to keep eating. I’d need my strength to escape, I reasoned, so if he wanted to talk while I ate, I guess I could pretend to listen. Later I’d run. Then he’d be eating my dust.
He handed me a clean knife and picked up the one I'd dropped, tossing it into the sink.
I wasn't going to stab you. I was…what you said…hurt.
Try to trust me, Jackie. I won’t lie to you.
Where are we?
We’re on Isla Solitaria, which means lonely island in Spanish. We locals call it Solo Island. You’re miles from mainland California—pretty much stuck here no matter how fast you think you are.
He smiled at me and I crossed my arms. Huh. I knew exactly how fast I was and it would probably blow his mind. You're here to be trained. When I'm satisfied you're ready to leave, you’ll be able to live almost anywhere you'd like. I don’t want you to think of yourself as a prisoner.
He took another bite of his food and waited for my reaction.
I stopped eating as I tried to process what he’d said. He’d just told me that he was going to train me to do something and then let me go. Yeah, like that wasn’t total BS. As I watched him eat, I tried to figure out what he did want. He hadn’t tried to touch me, other than to keep me from running and to help me into the cabin, which was a good thing ‘cause I didn’t think I could fight him off for long if he wanted to rape me. I took another look at his biceps and broad muscular chest. Nope, my only chance was to run.
Rob glanced down at my plate then back at me, raising an eyebrow. I shoved a French fry in my mouth to placate him, then chewed and swallowed. What do you want me to learn to do? And who the heck are you?
I'm getting to that. Think of me as a recruitment specialist. I work for a diverse group who share a similar interest. One person in particular has observed you on and off the last few years and is very interested in your potential. He called me in specifically to train you.
He buttered a slice of bread as he spoke.
I snorted and almost choked on my next fry. My potential? As what, a runner? That’s about the only thing I do well.
Running fast is one of your gifts.
Another non-answer. Must be one of his so-called gifts. This friend of yours was watching me?
He nodded. I pushed away the stray pieces of salad and took a bite of the bread he'd handed me, shuddering as I remembered another day and other men who’d watched me.
Have you ever heard the term shapeshifter?
He seemed to be scrutinizing my expression carefully.
What, like werewolves?
No, not like wolves, although shifters do take the form of animals. Shapeshifters aren’t ruled by the phases of the moon and are able to shift under almost any circumstances, as long as they’ve gained enough control and are physically strong. Also, shifters don’t live under such a rigid societal structure as wolves, enjoying a lot more freedom within their communities. Werewolves are more powerful physically, at least when they’re healthy, and are definitely more volatile. They make dangerous enemies but can also make loyal allies. It’s important for a shifter to know which variety of wolf they’re dealing with.
This must be some kind of weird joke. You’re talking like werewolves and shapeshifters are real creatures. Are you taking your own drugs?
Why is he telling me this ridiculous crap? I tried to figure out his motives as he sat and watched me. Maybe he’s just nuts. That thought did nothing to relieve my anxiety.
They are real. Vampires, witches, sorcerers, the fae and many other supernatural beings inhabit the world with humans. I know you don’t believe me now, but in a few months it'll all seem pretty mundane.
I was not gonna be anywhere near this guy in a few months. You said the fae? Like…fairies?
I almost laughed at him, but then thought better of it. He could be seriously crazy and laughing at him was probably not a good way to get him to let me go.
They’re more like Galadriel than Tinkerbelle. The ones I’ve met are extremely powerful. Many of them have lived for thousands of human years.
Oh. That’s interesting. Like Tolkien elves, huh?
Speaking softly, I asked, But what’s the training for?
Keeping him talking was probably the best strategy, at least until I could think of something else.
That eyebrow had arched up again, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. I see the wheels turning. I’m not crazy.
Oh, yeah, I know.
I’ll be training you to shift, to feel comfortable in your new skin.
New skin?
Whoa, that sounded really creepy.
"You’re a shapeshifter. Usually shifters make their