Shifted
Angel Leya, Jesse Booth, Joanna Reeder, Alessandra Jay & Tricia Barr
(Shifter Academy, #1)
Publication date: January 7th 2019
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Rule #1: Never go out after dark.
Rule #2: Never go into large bodies of water.
Rule #3: Stay off of social media.
Myreen always knew her mom held some deep dark secret; the rules, the moving, the years of unanswered questions. But she didn’t think breaking one rule, just once, would lead to the death of her mother. And she never expected to find out that she was a mermaid shifter, or that her mother was killed by vampires.
Whisked away in the middle of the night for her own safety, Myreen finds herself in a secret school for shifters. But starting over in a new school in the middle of the year–even if it is for the millionth time–is never easy. With rumors swirling, mean girls circling, and two incredibly attractive guys tugging her in separate directions, Myreen just wants to get through the school year without having a meltdown in front of everyone.
She’s learning so much, but for every question answered, a new one bubbles up. Myreen will need to untangle the web of secrets surrounding her if she ever wants to find out why her mother was murdered. As she dives deeper into the mystery, she discovers a truth about herself that no one saw coming, and it will change the fate of the shifter world forever.
Chapter 2
Myreen
“I’m sure
everything will be okay,” Kenzie reassured her as the two of them walked back
from the party. “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve argued with my
parents, and it always turns out alright.”
Myreen had
tried to enjoy the party, but she spent the whole time wrangling a giant knot
of stress in her gut. Her mom hadn’t even called or texted her, which was
incredibly uncharacteristic of her. Even when Myreen was at school, her mom
would text her at least once to check in. Had she broken her mother’s heart?
Sent her into a nervous breakdown? Myreen was dreading going home, and she was
grateful that Kenzie had offered to accompany her. She really needed that
support right now.
“I hope so,”
Myreen said. “My mom and I have never fought like this. I’ve never even talked
back to her before. I know it’s a silly thing for a teenager, but she’s kinda
my best friend—besides you, of course.”
“I don’t think
that’s silly, at all,” Kenzie said. “I think it’s kinda sweet, actually. I wish
I could say that about my mom. I mean, I love her, but I wouldn’t call us
‘friends’.” They continued walking in silence for a moment, and then Kenzie
added, “I’ll stick around as long as you want me to, or I can leave right away to
give you guys time to talk. Whatever you want.”
“Thanks,
Kenz,” Myreen said, managing a half smile of appreciation.
Myreen’s house
was in sight, and the stress knot constricted even tighter. She had no idea
what to expect, and part of her hoped that they could just go back to the way
things were. She’d rather have a happy relationship with her mom, even if it
was shrouded in secrecy.
As they got
closer, Myreen saw there was something amiss. The front door was wide open. Her
mom never left the door open after nightfall; as soon as the sun went down, she
would turn the deadbolt. So why was it open? The stress knot flared with a wave
of panic, and Myreen picked up the pace, her brisk walk quickly turning into a
run.
“What’s
wrong?” Kenzie asked, running behind her.
“I hope nothing,”
Myreen said as they made it to the door.
Nothing in the house
was out of place, everything was just as it had been when she left. “Mom?”
Myreen called out.
No
answer.
Myreen
made her way across the small living room to the last place she had seen her mom—the kitchen.
“Mom?” she
called out again, receiving the same empty silence in reply.
“Myreen,
something about this doesn’t feel right,” Kenzie said, hovering in the doorway and looking around. “We should go.”
Myreen
didn’t have time to wonder at the curious caution of her usually reckless
friend.
“I have to
find my mom,” Myreen said, as if the idea of leaving her house was ridiculous.
She stamped into the kitchen, then froze.
Lying on the floor,
pale blue eyes open wide and beautiful face fixed in anguish, was her mother.
Myreen
instantly dropped to the floor, her hands fumblingly finding their way to her
mother’s face.
“Mom? Mom!”
she yelled, trying to shake her mother awake.
Her mom’s body
was cold and unresponsive. Remembering from movies she’d seen, Myreen pressed
her index and middle fingers to her mom’s neck under her jaw, feeling around
for a pulse. But there was none.
“Oh no!”
Kenzie gasped as she came into the room behind her.
“Call 9-1-1!”
Myreen shrieked, then turned her mother’s head the other way to search for a
pulse on the other side of her neck. But as she did, her fingers ran into an
angry red bite mark.
Panic spiked
in her chest as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Something had bit
her mom! But what? How could a bite hurt her this badly? Badly enough to...no,
she couldn’t be dead. She just couldn’t!
Myreen’s head
was a din of white noise as she fought the heavy sob that threatened to
constrict her chest. But she couldn’t cry. Crying would mean admitting defeat,
facing the reality that her mother was...
She was
vaguely aware of the sound of Kenzie dialing on her phone as she paced
nervously around the kitchen, and of the sound of heavy feet coming in through
the front door.
A large hand
landed on her shoulder, and she sucked in a breath and spun her head around.
“You have to
come with me right now,” said a man she had never seen before. His build was
threatening, and he could have easily attacked her mom.
She jerked her
shoulder away from his hand. “Who are you? Did you hurt my mom?” she accused
with a tremulous voice, her mind a clashing storm of sorrow, anger and
paranoia.
“No, but if we
don’t leave now, the ones who did will get you too,” he said.
“I’m not going
anywhere with you,” she protested, lips twitching between a sneer and a pout. Don’t
cry, don’t cry!
“If you don’t,
you will die,” he said. “Please, we don’t have much time.” He held out a strong
hand. “If I wanted to kill you, don’t you think I would have already done so?
I’m not your enemy.”
Myreen looked
up at Kenzie, who was staring at the stranger with intense eyes, holding her
phone to a deaf ear.
“Please,” the
man urged once more, and Myreen heard sincerity and desperation in his voice.
Her mother was
dead. Someone or something had killed her. And Myreen believed this man when he
said she was in danger of being next. She didn’t have a lot of options. Stay
here and wait for the cops to arrive and risk whatever fate awaited her if the
murderer returned, or take a leap of faith and trust this man who seemed to
genuinely want to help her.
Without a
word, she reluctantly accepted the man’s hand. He pulled her to her feet, and
together she and Kenzie followed him hurriedly out of the house.
He charged
toward a sleek black camaro parked along the curb and opened the back door.
Trepidation rooted her to the sidewalk at the thought of getting in this
stranger’s car, but she couldn’t find her voice.
“You never
said anything about getting in a car,” Kenzie said, voicing her thoughts for
her.
“We have to
get off the streets,” he said, holding the door open. “We’re too exposed here.”
“Then we can
go to my house,” Kenzie said. “It’s just down the street.” She pointed in that
direction.
“It’s too
close.” The man shook his head. “They will follow Myreen’s scent there.”
“Follow her
scent?” Kenzie said. “Are you talking about what I think you’re talking about?”
He cut a
narrowed gaze at Kenzie. “I’ll explain everything, but we have to get to a safe
place first,” he said, his broad shoulders bristling with urgency. “Please,
they may already be on to us.”
Myreen passed
a hesitant look to Kenzie.
“I’m not leaving your side,”
Kenzie promised, taking her hand and squeezing it firmly. They nodded to each
other and got in the car. The man closed the door and rushed into
the driver’s
seat, wasting no time in starting the engine and speeding down the road. Now
that she had a chance, Myreen took a good look at the man sitting in front of
her. He looked to be in his late thirties, with short brown hair and handsome
dark stubble framing his rugged face. He had the look of a gladiator, rough and
strong, with scars marring the bulges on
his arms.
“Who
are you and what do you want with me?” Myreen hiccupped, now wishing she had just stayed with her mom and waited for the
police.
He
looked at her in the rearview mirror. “My name is Oberon. I came to personally invite you to a school for...special people like
you. I had no idea you were in any kind of danger. I didn’t realize you were a
target.”
“A target to
who?” she asked, trying to remain calm. “Who did that to my mom?” Tears welled
in her eyes, but she knew if she let them break, they would render her useless.
“Vampires,”
Oberon replied, dead serious.
“Vampires?”
Myreen asked, not bothering to hide her skepticism. “Do you think I’m an
idiot?”
“This isn’t a
joke, Myreen,” he said, radiating authority. “You don’t live in the world you
think you do. Do you even know what you are?”
She narrowed
her eyes. What was he talking about?
“What is she?”
Kenzie asked beside her. Myreen turned to Kenzie, and she looked as if she
completely believed every word this Oberon guy was saying.
“Myreen, have
you ever experienced anything strange? Anything you couldn’t explain?” Oberon
kept his gaze on Myreen in the mirror, ignoring Kenzie’s question.
Myreen’s mind
flipped through screenshots of her life. There was nothing normal about the way
she grew up, but nothing to indicate she was something otherworldly as this man
was suggesting.
“No,” she answered
honestly.
“What
about your mother?” he asked.
Myreen shook her head, not yet
ready to say anything relating to her mom.
“You’ve never...been
to the beach? Or had anything weird happen to you while swimming?”
She met his steely
gaze in the mirror. Why was he asking her about swimming? Was there really something to the stupid no-water
rule?
“I’ve never
been allowed to swim,” she confessed, leaning on the edge of her seat in
anticipation of some explanation at last.
Oberon’s brows
raised in an understanding that was completely lost to her. What did he know
that she didn’t?
“So your mom
knew, and she tried to keep you from it,” he said with a nod.
“From
what?” Myreen asked at the same time as Kenzie.
Oberon sighed,
flicking another look at Kenzie through the rearview mirror. “Myreen, you’re a mermaid.”
The balloon of
excitement that had been growing inside her popped, the sound like a whoopee cushion in her head. She didn’t know what
she was hoping he would tell her, but that certainly wasn’t it.
“A mermaid?”
she said flatly. “Okay, that’s it, just let me out of the car.”
“It’s
true,” he said.
“First
you say vampires attacked my house, and now you expect me to believe that I’m a mermaid?” she summarized in a mocking tone. “I
don’t know if you’re crazy or just toying with me, but my mom just died! This
is sick!”
“Think about
it, Myreen,” he said. “I know you saw that bite mark on your mom’s neck. What
do you think that could have been from? What other creatures out there do you
know of with bites that big that result in death?”
“Not
vampires,” she said, throwing up her hands in exasperation. “They don’t exist.”
“Actually,
that’s not true,” Kenzie said, her voice low. She couldn’t even meet Myreen’s
gaze.
Myreen rolled
her eyes. She knew Kenzie was into weird stuff, but now wasn’t the time for her
to defend this psycho. Myreen was not going to buy into this nonsense. Her
mother’s dead body back at home was real, and she needed to do something about
it.
“Please let me
out of the car,” she said.
“I can prove it to you,” Oberon
growled, clearly getting frustrated.
“And how exactly are
you going to prove to me that I’m a mermaid?” she asked, all teenage sass.
“Mermaids aren’t the
only shape-shifters in the world,” he said, harshly turning the steering wheel. “There are more species than you
can imagine. For centuries, we’ve been hunted down by vampires and certain
humans, and we finally have a place where we can be safe from them.”
He reached
back over his seat to hand her an envelope. She narrowed her eyes at it for a
moment, then took it, afraid to leave him driving one-handed for too long. On
the flat side of the envelope was a label that read “The Dome” with a strange
insignia beneath it, a crest divided into four sections each with a different
symbol inside: talons, a wing, a spiral and claw marks.
“Like I said
earlier, I came here tonight to personally invite you to the school,” he
continued as she inspected the envelope. “We don’t often get stray mermaids, so
I knew it would be best to have this discussion in person. To explain to you
who we are and why you should come to the school.” He looked back over his
shoulder. “Open it.”
Myreen looked
at Kenzie, who was watching with large eyes full of anticipation. Kenzie nodded
in encouragement, so Myreen figured why not.
She ripped the
envelope open and unfolded the letter inside. The same insignia was in the top
right corner in full color. At the top were the words “The Dome” and under that
“Academy for the Gifted”. But as she read it, impossibly the “G” turned into a
“Sh” to read “Academy for the
Shifted.” She blinked hard several times, and the letters kept changing back
and forth. If this was a prank, it was a very well thought-out one.
Shrugging off
that weirdness, she continued to read the letter:
Myreen
Fairchild,
We are excited
to invite you to study at our most prestigious school for gifted individuals.
You are receiving this letter because you have been found to be one of us, and
we would be honored to guide you through your journey of self-discovery and
make you a valued member of our community. The choice is yours, but we must
warn you that failure to accept this invitation may put your family and others
at risk. Please return your RSVP to the address below and a representative will
be in touch to give you further instructions. We look forward to studying with
you.
Sincerely,
Oberon
Rex, Director
“Normally,
initiates either grew up in families that are already affiliated with the
school, or have begun to exhibit abilities that would make them aware of their
status, so the form letter usually suffices. We rarely have to meet in person,”
Oberon said. “But like I said, you are a rare case.”
“You keep
saying ‘we,’” Kenzie said. “Does that mean you’re a shape-shifter too?”
Myreen shot
her a look that said, “Don’t be ridiculous,” but Kenzie was focused on Oberon.
“I am,” he
said with pride.
“Kenzie,
you can’t really believe all this,” Myreen said.
“Actually, I
do,” Kenzie said.
“Well,
I don’t,” Myreen said. “And I want no part of this sick game he’s playing with
us.
Please take me
home so I can call the cops and find out what really happened to my mom.” “I
said I can prove it to you.” He pulled the car over onto the side of the road.
Then he got out of the car and yanked open her door. He waved out his hand in
an invitation for her to get out.
Myreen
didn’t hesitate. She didn’t know what he was planning to do, but now was her chance to make a run for it. She got out of the
car and realized they were on a long stretch of road that led to the city.
There was nothing but green field around them for miles. It would be a long run
back, if she even made it that far.
Kenzie hopped
out after her, and it was clear that she had no interest in running; her eyes
were trained unblinkingly on Oberon. Myreen stayed close to Kenzie so that she
could grab her arm and drag her away if she had to when the time was right.
Oberon stepped
away a few feet into the grass and began unbuttoning his black shirt. “What
the!? Why are you stripping?” Myreen shrieked.
“Just wait,”
Oberon said with a hint of irritation in his voice.
He
threw off his shirt and pulled down his pants, and Myreen was now truly terrified of what he was planning to do. She grabbed
Kenzie’s arm and squeezed, trying to tell her telepathically to escape with her
now that his pants were around his ankles. Kenzie didn’t get the message, and
Myreen’s sudden tug on Kenzie’s unmoving arm caused her to trip to the ground.
She pushed
herself up with her hands in time to see something that just wasn’t possible.
Oberon had
turned from a large, muscular man to an even bigger mythical beast in seconds.
All over his skin sprouted small brown feathers. His rugged face transformed,
his nose and mouth growing and twisting into a huge black beak with a
dagger-sharp tip. His hands and feet enlarged to smooth black talons that dug
into the grass as he landed on all fours. And out of his broad back emerged the
most magnificent pair of brown wings, furling and expanding, making the air
crack with their power.
Standing
before her was a gryphon. A beast of legend. This creature didn’t exist, and
yet here it was not three feet from her, looking at her with Oberon’s golden
brown eyes.
Her heart was
just about hemorrhaging in her chest, threatening to take the life right out of
her. Oberon hadn’t lied about himself being a shape-shifter. And if this was
true, maybe it was all true. Could her mom really have been killed by vampires?
Was she herself a mermaid? Everything she knew about the world was now in
question, and she didn’t know what to believe.
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