The most awkward thing about being a werewolf is the nudity part of shifting. Sure we grow up around it because every adult you know shifts, and not a single kid in the pack hasn’t seen their parents naked because of it.
It makes us more adjusted than the humans who are just so conservative and worried about nudity. Are some people’s naked bodies more impressive than others?
Oh hell yes. I’ve seen Ivan Furlan naked. Now that’s impressive.
So while nudity is normal and part of the culture, it is still awkward to shift around the other kids getting their wolves for the first time. My parents took me out to the woods on the full moon night, where everyone was taken to shift for the first time.
It was me, Shannon, Paul, and a few others. Overall there were about ten of us shifting on this full moon. So it was our families and Alpha Logan and Luna Aurelia with us.
“You’ve all been preparing for today your whole life. Shifting to our wolves is as natural as breathing.” Alpha Logan started to explain.
“Unlike breathing, it will hurt. The pain will eventually fade the more you go through the transformation. Your parents are here to help alleviate some of that pain. Remember, only family or a mate can help dampen the pain of the transformation.” Luna Aurelia picked up where her mate left off.
“The moon is about to rise, and your wolves will feel the urge to push forward. Remember your training.” Alpha Logan continued.
“In your mind, it’s like a control room. You and your wolf share this space. All you have to do is make the hand-off. Let your wolf come forward. Don’t fight it, just let it flow, and it will hurt less.” Luna Aurelia assured us.
‘Just let me take the lead, and everything will be okay.’ Kayla assured me.
I sighed, feeling the moon’s call as I closed my eyes. Like everyone here, I was in tear-away clothes, ready to shift.
I could picture the room in my mind as Luna Aurelia explained it. Kayla was sitting on one side. She’s beautiful. Not that Kayla needs me telling her that. She knows it.
Her fur was almost a mirror of my honey brown hair with the same chartreuse eyes as me though they seemed brighter. She looks like mom’s wolf Adelina. Which makes sense, given I take after mom more than dad.
‘It’s time.’ Kayla announced, getting to her feet and walking towards me.
‘Just breath, baby girl. It’s going to be fine.’ Dad’s warm, reassuring voice entered my mind.
I sighed and started to walk to Kayla. I trust her. She knows what to do. I trust my Alpha and Luna. And I trust my parents are here for me.
I whimpered as my bones cracked and reshaped as I gave Kayla control. But soon, it was over, and I was standing on all fours in wolf form, looking around. The rest of the sixteen-year-olds had shifted.
‘You did great, honey bee.’ Mom encouraged as Adelina rubbed against me.
I was smiling, feeling this unimaginable freedom now that I’ve shifted. I looked around at the others who turned, sniffing the air. None of the males here is my mate.
I don’t know if I should be happy or disappointed. I know Stan will be happy. I’m not saying I’ve been dating him.
We’ve hung out some though dad still doesn’t like him because of the accident. I know Stan hoped I’d be his mate, especially since I told him I wasn’t getting involved with anyone but my mate.
I made the mistake of being interested in a guy once. A delicious cherry pie was ruined in the aftermath. So I decided not to get involved with anyone but my mate to save myself the heartbreak.
‘You have all done well.' Alpha Logan praised us in the pack link.
“Luna Aurelia and I will lead you through the forest for a run to join up with the rest of the pack for a full moon run. Tomorrow, you will report to the training hall to start training with seasoned pack members to control your wolves better." He instructed.
It was a fantastic night running with the pack. Even if I didn’t scent my mate among those there, it was still a great night.
“You look incredible.” Stan’s voice started me. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I hurried to get dressed after shifting back.
I’m sure I was blushing brighter than the ripest cherry my family grows. I glanced over and quickly looked away, realizing Stan was still naked.
“You should put clothes on. It’s cold out. Shrinkage is a terrible thing.” I commented as I quickly got my clothes on as a gust of cold winter air hit me.
“Shrink…age…” Stan sounded confused before he finally realized what I was referring to.
I snickered as he hurried to put his clothes on.
“Trust me… it’s bigger than that.” He tried to recover.
“Don’t worry about it, Stan.” I assured him, finally facing him since we were both dressed.
“Yeah, everything looks small compared to her giant brother-in-law.” Shannon laughed as she walked over, holding hands with Sullivan with a grin.
I arched an eyebrow at her, and she nodded, still smiling. “Congratulations on being mates.” I smiled, hugging her.
“Good for you, man.” Stan did the bro hug thing with Sullivan.
“What about you two?” Sullivan asked, looking between us.
“Nope. Guess I’ll still be looking.” I shrugged, making sure there was space between Stan and me.
“I better go. My parents are waiting. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I made an excuse, waving goodbye as I hurried to my parents.
Before going to bed, I logged onto my computer to video chat with Amelia, Stephen, and little Grace. I grinned when Grace’s face filled the screen.
“Zia Suzie!” she exclaimed, signing as she spoke.
She’s five and has been learning sign language since before she could talk. So even when she’s not talking to her mom, she uses signs while speaking. It’s so adorable.
She doesn’t have to sign to her mom, given Amelia’s hearing is perfect. Signing is how Amelia talks, and little Gracie doesn’t think twice about it.
“Hi, Gracie baby. Where are your parents?” I asked, following her lead signing back.
“They’re right here.” Grace said, moving so I could see Stephen and Amelia in the living room behind her.
“Grace! Bring the computer over here. Your mamma is not waddling… ouch… not walking over there.” Stephen called out, wincing as Amelia hit him for saying waddling.
I’m so envious of my brother and parents. They are still sickenly adorable. Especially as I watch him bend down, giving her sweet kisses, then kneel, kissing her very round belly.
I can’t believe we are so close to her due date. Soon I’m going to have a nephew! At least if the ultrasounds didn’t lie.
“Okay, papa!” Grace called out as she carried the laptop over to her parents.
I waved, smiling as Stephen sat down next to Amelia on the sofa, pulling Grace into his lap, so they were all on-screen.
“Hi, guys. I just wanted to call before I go to bed. I shifted tonight.” I greeted, signing as I spoke.
“Kayla, my wolf, is beautiful. She looks like Adelina but with green eyes. Tomorrow I start my wolf training.” I explained.
‘That’s wonderful. Did you happen to scent your mate during the pack run?’ Amelia questioned.
I sighed and shook my head. Of course, my brother looked relieved while Amelia felt some sympathy.
‘Well, I’m sure not all of Bloodmoon was on the run. And if your mate isn’t there, maybe you’ll find him when you visit after baby Asher arrives.’ Amelia signed with a smile.
“Let’s not have my sister focusing on her mate. She just shifted. She should be focusing on learning her gift and controlling it and her wolf.” Stephen suggested.
Amelia rolled her eyes. ‘As long as her mate isn’t a jerk, everything will be fine. And if he is a jerk, Suzie isn’t the type to stand by and take it.’
“Amen, sister. I’m not going to let some male mistreat me because he’s my mate.” I scoffed.
“Exactly. So right now, focus on you and your wolf. And get some rest. The first shift is always the most draining.” My brother encouraged me.
“Alright… I’ll go to bed.” I yawned, damn him reminding me how tired I am.
“Goodnight. Have a good day.” I signed and then waved as the call ended.
I was so excited this morning when I woke up. I rushed through breakfast and hurried to meet everyone at the training center. It wasn’t just us newly shifted, though.
Stan and Diann were with us. They, of course, aren’t the seasoned wolves Alpha Logan was talking about. They only shifted last year.
Everyone was talking, buzzing with excitement to start our training, when we walked into the building. As the doors closed behind us, a scent filled my nose, overriding every other smell around me. Kayla perked up, moving closer with interest.
‘Mate.’ she purred as I took a deep breath, and that scent engulfed me.
It was like summer, and I wanted to wrap myself in it and live in the scent. The scent of fresh-cut grass, garden herbs, and wildflowers was wonderful.
I shrugged Stan’s arm away and started pushing through the crowd to find where that scent was coming from. I didn’t smell this last night, so they weren’t at the pack run, whoever my mate is.
When I finally pinpointed the scent, I was in utter shock and disbelief. Standing in front of me in the pack tear-away shirt and shorts was the same person who months ago was too dense to realize I liked him.
Kayla growled when Stan called my babe.
‘If our mate doesn’t kill him, I will. I already didn’t like him putting his arm around your shoulders.’ Kayla growled.
I gasped, unable to focus on anything but Austin is my mate. And oh fuck. His eyes changed to silver as his wolf came forward.
I shouldn’t get turned on by him threatening Stan. But his wolf just claimed me in front of everyone, which was hot.
I’ll have to thank Diann later for getting everyone, especially Stan, to go away, leaving just me and Austin staring at each other.
Has he gotten hotter since I last saw him? Or is it the whole being my mate thing that makes him more attractive?
‘What’s it matter? Our mate is hot and staked his claim.’ Kayla preened with excitement.
‘Kayla, control yourself. This is still Clement. A shithead by any other name will still smell like….’ I started to explain.
‘Heaven. He smells like heaven. Don’t try to lie to me.’ Kayla snorted.
I wasn’t going to show weakness to him. I wasn’t going to yield to him, but that bastard distracted me.
His tongue darted out, licking those kissable lips. And damn it, my eyes looked at his lips, imagining what they would feel like and taste like.
Of course, he celebrates it like it’s some victory. I had to think of something to say.
Something to put him in his place. So I lied, and he called me on it.
But when his hand gripped my chin, it wasn’t roughly, and the surge of sparks from the bond made my brain fizzle. I couldn’t form a sentence if I wanted to. It’s his fault I lost control over Kayla.
“She’s still holding what happened at the physical therapy office against you.” Kayla spoke through me while I desperately tried to pull her back.
‘Don’t tell him shit like that!’ I yelled, pulling at her.
Austin chuckled softly, fingers gently rubbing at my chin, moving to cup my face.
“I bet she’s pissed you told me that. Why don’t you tell me your name before she manages to pull you back.” Austin suggested stepping in closer, leaving an inch between us barely.
“You know her well, mate. And you can call me Kayla.” Kayla purred, closing that gap, so my body was now touching him, our lips so close we could be kissing.
“Nice to meet you, Kayla. Jax can’t wait to meet you when we shift soon. How about you let Suzie take control? She’s gotta be seething.” Austin rubbed his nose against mine as he sweet-talked Kayla.
Seething? I’ll show him seething. Fucker teasing and messing with my wolf like this.
“Fine, only because I’ll meet Jax soon.” Kayla conceded, finally stepping back and letting me take control.
The first thing I did was smack his face and take a step back to put space between us.
“Asshole.” I glared at him.
Oh, the confusion of a girl who has been trying to forget her crush only to find out he's her mate.
‘Smooth. Real smooth. Dumbass.’ Jax chuckled while I rubbed my cheek where she slapped me. I’ve been slapped more than once by a she-wolf, but Suzie certainly packs a punch. Maybe rubbing my nose against hers was too forward for her taste. “I see you got Edith’s strength.” I groaned, still rubbing my face. “And I was holding back.” Suzie snorted. “Not a fan of rubbing noses. Noted.” I smirked as she glared at me. “Maybe you should go see if…. Denise likes rubbing noses.” Suzie huffed, turning away from me. Okay, that might have hurt more than the slap, especially as it reminded me that I was in Denise’s bed just last night. ‘Yeah, until she threw you out of it because you wouldn’t commit to her. And the reason you couldn’t is standing in front of us.’ Jax snorted. Though wait, how would Suzie know anything about Denise? I furrowed my brow because even my dad didn’t know about Denise. And I know I do not have her scent anywhere on me. Taking a step around her to be
With a quick pivot at the moment of impact, I remained standing as the boy crashed to the floor, holding my prosthetic leg. “Stop trying to cuddle my prosthetic, you weirdo.” I rolled my eyes, taunting. “While not a bad thought to try and unbalance me, you seemed to be under the false impression that I haven’t learned how to move and fight without the leg.” I sighed. “Don’t underestimate your opponent because of their outer appearance. Now come at me again.” I explained once more, gesturing for him to come at me. The kid was frustrated, tossing my leg aside as he rushed me again. I was laughing as I hopped out of the way. “Toro, toro.” I taunted as he lunged at me. Then with a laugh, add, “Oh lay” when he’d miss. He was huffing out of breath, and a few of the other sparing pairs who felt they had practiced enough had circled up to watch. The giggles of the crowd seemed to piss the boy off more. “Stop playing with him, Cl… Austin.” Scott sighed, correcting himself as he
I wasn’t the only one that was impressed watching Austin fight Paul. Paul has never been much of a fighter. He was below average in our pre-wolf training. But even being a below-average fighter with an Omega wolf, people thought Paul would have fared better. They didn’t think Austin would be able to fight as quickly with his injury. He proved them all wrong. I, of course, was betting on Austin. Even before losing his leg, Austin was no slouch as a fighter. After months of working with him as my physical therapist, I know how strong he is and how easily he can move even without a prosthetic. That doesn’t mean I didn’t feel bad for Paul as he got embarrassed. I’m sure he won’t be living that down any time soon. And while I initially thought Austin could have taken it easier on him, he made a valid point. Even though Paul is an Omega, he will need to grow stronger if he wants to work with the pack’s children. He will have to be able to protect them if something happens. And a
I don’t know why I expect discretion for Suzanne Walterson. I have never known her to bite her tongue or hold back on anything. I really shouldn’t be surprised. As much as I dread having the conversation I know is coming, I’m glad to at least be alone with her. No one to overhear us. No one to watch us. And no one to interrupt us. We probably need to discuss a lot, not just my past relationship with Denise. Like how she seemed hesitant and quickly retreated before I could kiss her earlier. I mean, I’m not looking to pressure her or anything. She’d probably knock me into next week. But still, I’m not so oblivious to have missed the look in her eyes. She anticipated the kiss, but suddenly she moved away and insisted we leave. “Is it so surprising that I can do nice things?” I arched my eyebrow as we left the training center. “Yeah. I mean, have you met yourself?” Suzie shook her head. “Okay, fair, I guess. But that’s you judging me on how I used to be. I’m not that guy any
If I hadn’t seen his change with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. The Clement Shelton I knew growing up was a total self-centered asshole. But Austin Shelton is entirely different. Well, maybe not completely. He’s still kind of an asshole. But he’s not the same kind of an unredeemable asshole. “You shouldn’t have even been in that accident. That kid is a fucking moron. One for not paying attention while driving and two for even going up that mountain in those conditions.” Austin rumbled. “I chose to be in that truck. I knew it was a bad idea, but I did it anyway.” I pointed out. “Congrats, you’re stupider than your friends? Because it takes a real idiot to know something is a bad idea and still does it,” Austin rolled his eyes. “Oh, because you smell your own? I can make a list as long as my arm of all the stupid shit you’ve done that I bet money you knew was a bad idea.” I countered. “Doubtful.” Austin scoffed. “Oh, let’s see. When I was five, I remember you deciding
You have got to be kidding me! Thanks, Maxton, thanks a fucking lot. Cocking blocking, son of a bitch. Do all fathers have a cockblocker mode, or is it just him? Because fuck if he doesn’t. There is no way he could have just coincidentally timed walking out onto the porch like that. No way. He had to have sensed it like that robot in Spaceballs with her virgin alarm. I waited till she was inside, and Maxton had shut the door before backing out of the driveway. Don’t think I didn’t miss the way his eyebrow arched as he looked at me. Oh, he not only knows my jeep, but he saw me clear as day behind the wheel. I can just imagine what conversation is happening inside the Walterson house tonight. What will she tell them? Will she lie and say we ran into each, and I offered to drop her off? Will she tell the truth and say we’re mates? Or will she tell a white lie? Omitting that I’m her mate but say I was one of the instructors? So many possibilities, and I have no way of knowing
Today has been a whirlwind of changes. Hell, the last twenty-four hours have been a trip. Last night, I shifted for the first time, and now I’ve also found my mate. I still don’t know how I feel about my mate being Austin. ‘Why are humans so difficult?’ Kayla scoffed. ‘Excuse me?’ I arched my brow. ‘You heard me. Why are humans, or I guess just you, so difficult? This isn’t rocket science. It’s actually really simple. He’s our mate. Therefore, we should be with him.’ Kayla sighed. ‘It’s not that simple. You don’t know what Austin was like.’ I frowned. ‘WAS!’ Kayla shouted, making my head hurt. ‘What he WAS like! I don’t give a fuck what he WAS like. And I know exactly how he used to be. Remember, I can access all your memories from before I awakened.’ Kayla rolled her eyes. ‘People don’t just change personalities overnight.’ I countered. ‘It’s been YEARS! Our mate has focused on improving himself, of making himself a better man for YEARS!’ Kayla insisted. And I hate t
I wanted to get ahead of any possible issues with Suzie. After sleeping on it, I woke up knowing one thing for sure if Suzie finds out Denise was at my place from anyone else, I am dead. So I got up early and went to a local bakery to get a couple dozen donuts and a large carafe of fresh-brewed coffee. Don’t judge. Werewolves have a high metabolism. As a kid, Maxton would stop at Pearl’s Bakery if he was in charge of carpooling Stephen, me, and a couple of other kids to the pack middle school. So I’m sort of banking that he still has a soft spot for it. While getting the donuts and coffee, I kept a running conversation with Suzie in the pack link. And fuck, she’s adorable. I knew what she was doing, distracting me with that comment about still being in bed. Okay, so that probably wasn’t her initial plan when we mentioned it, but she didn’t discourage me from trying to guess what she wears to bed. I am about ninety percent sure my first guess was correct. There might be a nine p
The bathroom mirror reflected Evie and me standing side by side, and for a moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at how surreal everything felt. My soft pink lace dress hugged my figure, the delicate floral appliqués shimmering faintly under the warm bathroom light. The fitted bodice gave way to a flowing A-line skirt, and the soft curls of my hair framed my face, half pinned up at Evie’s suggestion. It was rare that I felt this beautiful, but tonight wasn’t just any night—it was Valentine’s Day, and for the first time, I had someone to share it with. Evie adjusted the sweetheart neckline of her lavender mermaid gown, and I turned to watch her. The dress hugged her figure like it was made just for her, the appliquéd beads catching the light with every slight movement. Her brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, soft waves framing her glowing amber eyes. She caught me staring and smirked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re staring again, you know.” “Can you blame me?” I teased, step
It was well into the evening when persistent knocking pulled me from blissful sleep. My body felt heavy, and I blinked in confusion, slowly realizing that Sophie’s bare back lay beneath my hand. Memories of our bond flooded back—her teeth at my neck, the thrill of becoming mates. The knocking came again, sharper this time. As I lifted my head, I noticed Sophie sleeping peacefully, her dark hair splayed around her. I almost ignored the sound to stay curled around her warmth, but my wolf, Noria, grew annoyed. My phone lay dead on the sofa; I had missed any calls. Reluctantly, I slipped from her side, pulling on some clothes and tying my messy hair into a ponytail. I glanced at my reflection—happy but tired. I shut the bedroom door quietly and moved to the front door, where the knocking continued urgently. I peered through the peephole and recognized my parents, Andrew and Roxanne. A wave of unease washed over me. My parents rarely showed up unannounced. Taking a deep breath, I open
Evie placed her hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. My heart fluttered, filled with anticipation. Her gaze dropped to my lips, the questions swirling in her mind. Before she could speak, I gripped her sweater and pulled her closer, our torsos bumping together. A soft gasp escaped her, and our restraint snapped. We kissed hungrily, with a fervor that bordered on desperation. All the pent-up longing, the nights I’d lain awake in France, imagining my mate and our first night together, now guided every motion. The taste of her lips intoxicated me, and I sighed against her mouth, letting her slip her arms around my waist. A strangled moan escaped my throat when her fingers skated under my sweater, brushing the warm skin beneath. Between kisses, we shed more layers. First, my sweater, then hers, tossed onto the floor. A flush heated my skin when I realized I was standing here in my bra and pants. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt self-conscious, but E
I stood in the doorway of my apartment, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure Sophie could hear it. The overhead lamp cast a warm light across the living room, illuminating the scattered evidence of my messy lifestyle—music sheets, guitar cables, and a precariously tilted cello case. She and I had come all this way—quite literally, on her part—and the reality that she was truly here, in my space, felt surreal. Sophie’s breath fanned across my cheek as she leaned in, and the tension in the air crackled with electric anticipation. My pulse raced, every inch of me straining toward her. The fresh scent of her skin—warm and a little sweet—curled around my senses, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. Her gray-blue eyes searched my face, and I realized she was waiting for me to close the final gap between us. I whispered her name, unable to control the tremor in my voice. The corner of her mouth quirked with the slightest hint of a smile, and I felt a surge of daring race th
Standing in my childhood bedroom in Paris, I considered canceling my flight for a Valentine’s Day mate gathering in Silverclaw. My father insisted I wouldn’t meet my mate if I stayed in Les Hurleurs Sanctifiés, the pack I grew up in. At twenty-one, I was well past the age when many wolves find their mates; friends had found theirs by eighteen or nineteen. My mother encouraged me, saying the bond was worth the effort. So, as Valentine’s Day approached, I gave in and booked my flight to Portland, Oregon, the nearest major airport to the Silverclaw Pack in Washington. It all made sense on paper: attend the mate gathering, meet wolves from other packs, and perhaps walk away with the partner fate had promised me since birth. In my heart, though, I was nervous. What if it turned out the same as all the other mate gatherings? What if I left, still feeling that lonely ache in my chest? I pushed away the thought as best I could. The flight was long—from Paris to Amsterdam and then to Portland
Winters in Bloodmoon have always been beautiful, but it’s the kind of beauty best shared with someone else. I had no someone else. I was alone in my tiny apartment, in that awkward in-between place where my wolf demanded companionship I still hadn’t found. I’m eighteen, living on my own for the first time, enrolled at the University of Portland for music…and mateless. It was lonely in ways I couldn’t describe to my friends. At university, my classmates saw a seemingly normal freshman, a girl with a bright smile, wavy brown hair, and a knack for the cello. They didn’t see how my wolf, Noria, prowled inside me, restless and craving that fabled mate bond. It was a Friday night, one I should have spent partying or doing anything with friends. Instead, I planned an evening of tragic solitude. I’d just flopped onto my sofa, halfheartedly scrolling through N*****x. My reflection in the dark TV screen caught my eye first: hair tumbling past my shoulders in loose brown waves, warm-toned skin w
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Dear Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read this Anthology. I hope you have enjoyed all the stories it contained. With the conclusion of The Hybrid’s Vampire, we have come to the official end of this Anthology. I will take the rest of November off to work on a project. You can follow me on social media to stay current on what I'm working on. I will return to Goodnovel in December with Her Second Chance Mate, Alex Whitland and Holly Boland's story. Bring tissues! See you son and thanks for all your support! Bryant
As we entered the hall, I locked eyes with the various members of our family, and my vampire bandmates posted up around the room. Someone I knew was truly loyal to us was watching all the exits, which made me feel safer. The elders and their sons were already waiting on the stage. Christian, Elton, and Otto spotted us and hurried over with concerned expressions. “What’s wrong?” I asked, skipping any small talk. “Something feels… off,” Christian whispered, beckoning us to an alcove away from others. “Define off,” Sage said. “Beyond that, your families and the vampires are on high alert and watching all the exits?” Otto folded his arms. “They were weird all day. What’s up with that?” Elton asked. “Back to what’s off.” I nodded my chin to Christian. “Our dads and grandads. They... I can’t place it, but they’ve been acting weird the closer we’ve gotten to the ceremony.” Christian whispered. “Spit it out, kid.” I hissed. “Auðr.” Sage elbowed me. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.