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 SHIFT STORM
SCARED SHIFTLESS
BOOK TWO

ARIEL DAWN
MARGO BOND COLLINS
 Shift Storm
Copyright © 2023 by Ariel Dawn & Margo Bond Collins

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 CONTENTS

About Shift Storm

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
About the Authors
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 ABOUT SHIFT STORM

A deadly experiment. A bond forged in captivity. A

dangerous truth.
After a nightmarish experiment goes awry, witch Evie Balfour and
hybrid shifter Angel Rodriguez are left to grapple with the sinister
truth of their sins: Ivan Cambridge’s wickedness wasn’t buried with
him.
As shift hits the fan, Angel knows time is of the essence. He will
either be stamped out like Cambridge and the rest of the hybrids, or
he will have to learn to live with a savage beast whose directive to
find his mate is more than desire. It’s instinct.
Driven by magic, love, and an unbreakable bond, Evie refuses to let
the man she loves die. Her need to find Angel and perfect
Cambridge’s unstable serum, preventing Angel from succumbing to a
deadly madness, drives her to question just how far she will go in
the name of love.
Will magic and love overcome the battle that awaits them? Or will
the bond they share save them and the rest of the hybrids? If Angel
can't wrest control from his beast and Evie's magic falls short,
they're both headed for one cataclysmic shift storm.
 CHAPTER 1

EVIE BALFOUR

T
he hybrid shifter bite mark under my sleeve itches like crazy,
but I can’t do anything about it—not until after I finish drawing
my spell circle in chalk on the floor of my garage.
I could set the circle in my kitchen—or even my carpeted living
room, for that matter. Technically, I don’t have to physically draw it
at all. I could simply trace it out with my athame, my ceremonial
spell knife.
But I don't want to damage my home.
And I never know when the spell is going to go awry. The first time I
ended up with a blue-gray potion dripping from my kitchen ceiling
and burning through the tile floor, I shifted my entire brew-making
endeavor out to my two-car garage.
And the chalk makes it easier to create a clearly defined spell circle.
Otherwise, I’m just as likely to wind up not connecting the two ends
of the circle together, and an open loop is...
Well, let’s just say it can create some bad juju.
My cousin Cynthia has accused me of not being a very good witch.
Maybe she’s right.
I know I’m not a typical witch, anyway. Despite my bloodlines, which
stretch back to 1500s Scotland in an unbroken line of witches, spells
have never come easy for me.
There’s always been something different about me. Marigold, the
leader of the coven I was born into, tells me she suspects I’m a
throwback—genetically more connected to the original witches in my
family line than to my more recent ancestresses.
Like those long-ago magic-users, I will have to learn to do magic
from scratch.
She might be right. But to be honest, I’m just glad to have someone
who believes in me and my abilities—despite all evidence to the
contrary.
At the ripe old age of twenty-five, I’ve finally figured out that I can’t
do spells the way they’ve always been done. I can’t make them work
using the instructions left behind by my forebears.
Give me one of their spells, and it will almost certainly blow up in my
face—sometimes literally.
No, I have to work out my own special variations on those ancient
spells.
That means a lot of trial and error and the occasional exploding
potion.
It also means that I haven’t been able to track down Angel using
any of the standard locating spells.
I met Angel Rodriguez when we were both employees of WolfBane,
Inc.—allegedly a company engaged in biochemical research, among
other endeavors.
But the company was doing much more than it publicly claimed,
because it was owned by Ivan Cambridge, an alpha hybrid shifter
monster who wanted to take over all the shifter packs in the world—
and then possibly take over the rest of the world, too.
So when both Angel and I tried to leave, Cambridge tossed us in
cages. And while he held us, Angel and I were forced to do the
alpha hybrid’s bidding.
He turned Angel into a hybrid werewolf monster, just like him.
Now, it’s been ten days since the man I love shifted and fled the
warehouse where we were imprisoned.
Ten days since Detective Wesley Anne Kane rescued me from Ivan
Cambridge, since my captor had died.
Ten days since my heart shattered into pieces when Angel didn’t
seem to recognize me.
And I had spent every waking moment since then trying to learn
where Angel is hiding.
So now I am trying to teach myself the best way to track down
Angel.
I’ll keep doing it, too—until I find him or die trying, I vow to myself.
I finish the circle and push up the sleeve of my knit shirt high
enough to look at the bite. Slowly, I unwind the bandage I keep
loosely wrapped around it.
It should have started healing up by now. Instead, it’s still red and
raw.
I slide my fingers over it, trying to rub away some of the itch without
once again breaking open the barely closed skin.
Nothing I’ve done has helped heal the damn thing.
I’d had some hope that the potion I’d given Reed Owens would help
me too.
But it didn’t.
As far as I know, I’m the only witch who’s ever been bitten by a
hybrid shifter.
And I have no idea what it’s doing to me.
I haven’t shifted into a beast form.
But I suspect I’m changing in other ways.
For one thing, the pre-bite tweaks I made to various spells to make
them my own are no longer working. I can feel the magic inside me,
and with enough work, I can still cast minor spells, but something
is… off.
I shake my head and wrap the bandage back around the wound,
then pull my sleeve down.
Quickly, I sketch a pentagram inside the circle, then set my items at
the points—incense for air, a candle for fire, and bowl of water, a
chunk of rock for earth, and my cauldron at the top point to
represent the spirit that animates all things.
Then I sit down cross-legged in the center and close my eyes,
centering myself.
This time it’s going to work, I tell myself. This time, I’m going to find
Angel.
I close my eyes and begin chanting, calling on the forces of magic all
around me, breathing them in and allowing them to move through
me.
And when I find him, I will never let him go.
 CHAPTER 2

ANGEL RODRIGUEZ

M
y legs are tense and sore, my muscles throbbing with fire, but
I can’t stop running. I’ve always known I was meant for better
things, but my exposure—my lot in life—has me at a
disadvantage. But never in my life did I think I would end up here,
running from the woman I love, running from the life I once knew
and the mistakes I have made like a coward.
Like a monster.
The word reverberates in my brain as the torrid memory replays on
an awful loop. The serum Ivan had given me… it hadn’t worked the
first time.
But because Evie and I were held against our will, threatened with
our love for one another… we’d have to make sure this batch was
viable.
And it was viable, all right. I’m not sure what I expected; after all,
I’d seen the results of the shifting serum in action before Evie had
isolated the proteins to make the berserk factor disappear, so I
understood better than most, as Cambridge’s security detail, what
the serum does.
Hell, that’s how I got into this mess. Because of my friend, Que,
who’d taken the serum and stroked out. It killed him. Boiled him
from the inside out because his body wasn’t strong enough, in
Cambridge’s opinion, to hold the hybrid serum, to hold the beast.
I was apparently strong enough to hold the beast, but not strong
enough to ground myself. It all happened in the blink of an eye. The
screams and sounds around me were like white noise as my body
transformed, my bones breaking like Que’s had, my entire frame
contorting within seconds into that of a visceral predator. My insides
heated like molten lava, and my brain was adjusting at the speed of
light, making way for a new control system, a new… person? No,
person wasn’t the right word, because the creature inside of me, the
one who I shared a body with, was anything but human.
The daily struggle to regain control over my body is daunting, on top
of the non-stop running, only stopping for a moment to pass out and
refuel my human body, which my beast protests.
According to him, we don’t need sleep.
We only need to find her, my mate.
But I can’t go back to Evie Balfour even if I wanted to. Not after I’d
snapped and almost…
I force my thoughts down, because the moment I think of her, of her
terrified eyes when I saw the blood dripping from her, from where
Ivan sank his teeth into her…
Trying to take what was mine…
I see red. Everything is a blur after that and…
The last thing I ever want is to hurt anyone, especially Evie. And the
look of terror on her face when she saw me, the animal I had
become…
I could have killed her, too, and that violated every ounce of hope, of
wishful thinking that somehow we’d come out of this alive.
I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Which is why I need to stay as far away from Evie as possible and
give her the best chance she has at living the life she deserves. And
she doesn’t deserve to pay for my mistakes.
The beast inside me pushes against its human cage, as usual,
incensed by the thought of our mate. His jaws snap, and he growls
as he tries to propel me, forcing me to turn around and give this up.
But Evie isn’t the only thing I’m running from.
Ivan Cambridge’s death wasn’t bound to go unnoticed, nor was the
explosion or the discovery of his mad scientist lab. I’ve kept a low
profile, but I’ve seen the news. The news that spread my picture all
over the media as the man who murdered Ivan Cambridge. Who was
at large, armed, and dangerous.
I’m not armed, but they were right. I am dangerous.
I’ve managed to evade the cops thus far, by a hair, but I know if I
stop, if I turn around to hightail my hybrid ass back to Evie and what
I’ve left behind, I will put us both in danger, again.
I can’t do that. Not after I’ve already fucked everything up. Which is
why when I see a familiar suit flash their badge at the waitress
behind the Red Corvette diner, I know I’ve overstayed my welcome
in this town. I know it’s time to run again.
Slipping out the back is easier now, with my beast. While I’m about
as noticeable as The Hulk in the middle of New York City with my
added muscle and structure—from the serum, no less—the beast
inside of me was bred, created to be the ultimate predator. Ivan’s
former goons don’t have the ability to go full on stealth, another
anomaly in my serum, and that’s the one thing that keeps me safe.
Though I guess safe is complicated when you are a hybrid wolf who
escaped from a top-secret lab aiding a literal mad scientist whose
death you are being framed for.
My blood heats, almost as if it is being jolted by electricity. Tiny
sparks, impulses flutter through me, like two opposite ends of wires
do just before the hot wire takes.
What the fuck? That’s certainly new…
But I don’t have time to mull over new problems. So instead, I slip
around the side, my hands in my pockets as I head to the side door,
walking casually, slowly as if I’m not terrified they would somehow
see through my stealth. And maybe a part of me wants them to. The
human part of me, who wants to be brought to justice for what I’ve
done. Punished as I deserve for hurting her. My little bruja.
The animal in me won out though, as he always does now.
So I casually stroll over to my beat up ’96 Buick, the most
inconspicuous car I could manage to hot wire from the impound lot.
I open the door, and I turn the key in the ignition, the sounds of the
radio filling the empty space as they drone on and on about catching
the killer at large, the one who was responsible for killing Ivan
Cambridge and leaving a trail of disaster in his wake.
And as I pull out of the parking lot, my heart thudding in my chest,
my blood heating with tiny jolts of electricity, I focus on the one
thing I now know.
That I am alive. And for now, this would have to be enough to get
me to the next town, the next bed.
Because I am no longer Angel Rodriguez.
I am a monster, and that is all I’ll ever be.
 CHAPTER 3

EVIE

T
wo days later, I approach the police station, my stomach
churning.
Wes called me that morning to ask me to come in, and as much as I
dread it, I know I have to see both the detective and her partner,
Shane. I need their help to save Angel from the hybrid madness,
and I fear it’s becoming a race against time.
As I push open the heavy doors of the station, the warmth inside
envelops me.
I check in with the officer at the front desk and he buzzes me
through to the back of the station. As I move into the squad room,
the familiar scent of stale coffee overwhelms me. I scan the room
for Wes and Shane—but instead of seeing them, my gaze meets
Reed’s across the bustling space, his sandy hair tousled and his
smile welcoming.
“Evie!” he calls out, making his way through the sea of officers and
personnel. He stops before me, his tall frame towering over mine.
“I’ve been hoping to have a chance to thank you properly for saving
me.”
I swallow hard and place a hand on his arm. At the memory, the
imagined scent of Angel’s blood still lingers in my nostrils, a cruel
reminder of the price I paid. I hesitate for a moment, feeling the
weight of my confession pressing down on me, before I finally
speak. “There’s something you should know about the potion.” I
pause, gathering my nerve. “It’s not as stable as I believed.”
His expression darkens, worry etching itself into the lines of his face,
and I blurt out the rest of it before I chicken out. “I think my magic
has been affected by Ivan Cambridge’s bite.”
“How do you mean?”
I glance down at my wrist, where the bite mark still festers beneath
the bandage, still not healing. “Ever since Ivan bit me, my powers
have been… even more unpredictable than usual. It’s like there’s a
storm inside me, and I can’t control it.” Fear wells up in my throat.
“I’m afraid that instability might affect the potion too.”
Reed’s hand finds mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll figure
this out.”
Doubt gnaws at my stomach, threatening to devour me whole, and
bile rises in my throat—but I nod, anyway.
“Let’s go wait for Wes and Shane in the back office,” Reed suggests,
leading me away from the bustling main area of the station. As we
walk, my thoughts race, chasing one another like animals hounded
by predators.
What if my magic continues to grow more unstable? What if I can’t
save Angel or the other hybrids? The thought of losing him sends a
chill through me, colder than any winter’s night.
Reed’s voice breaks through my thoughts, his gaze steady and
reassuring. “We’ll find a solution—we always do.”
A small smile tugs at my lips, despite the chaos brewing inside me.
The back office is starkly lit in bright fluorescents, the shadows dark
where two of the bulbs have burned out. The worn-out leather
couch I sink into creaks beneath me, a testament to the countless
officers who had spent their nights there, waiting for breakthroughs
in their cases.
Before I have a chance to gather my thoughts, the door swings open
with a soft thud. Wes and Shane emerge, followed by two
impeccably dressed figures—a woman with dark hair pulled back into
a braid and a tall man with a serious expression. I scramble to my
feet, wishing I hadn’t sat down in the first place.
“Evie Balfour, this is Agent Sylvia McGee and Agent Ben Roland with
the FBI,” Wes introduces them, her voice steady despite the tension
in the room. “They’ve been hunting Ivan for quite some time, and
now that he’s dead, they’re here to help us deal with the hybrids.”
“Nice to meet you, Evie,” Sylvia says, offering a reassuring smile and
holding out her hand to shake mine. She looks younger than I
suspect she has to be, given her job title, and her brown eyes are
kind. “We’ve heard a lot about your work with the potion.”
“Thanks. I’m glad I can help.” I try to sound more confident than I
feel. Ben simply nods, his hazel eyes studying me with a mix of
curiosity and caution.
“Evie has some news,” Reed says. My heart stutters in my chest.
“What is it?” Wes asks, her piercing green eyes boring into mine.
“Uh, well,” I stammer, overwhelmed by the presence of the officers.
Swallowing hard, I force myself to continue. “My magic has become
unstable—more unstable—since Ivan bit me. I can sense Angel’s
presence in the city, but every time I get close to him, it’s like he
vanishes into thin air.”
The silence that fills the room after my confession feels suffocating,
like a heavy cloud of fear has settled upon everyone present. My
heart races as I fiddle with the hem of my shirt, feeling completely
exposed under their watchful gazes.
“Interesting.” Ben speaks for the first time, breaking the silence and
furrowing his brow. “We’ll need to find a way to track him down
before things get worse.”
“Right,” I murmur. As each second ticks by, the urgency to save
Angel—and every other hybrid struggling to hold onto their sanity—
grows stronger, drowning out everything else. The room seems to
close in around me, my responsibility for saving the hybrids clogging
my throat. My love for Angel is the only thing that keeps me from
crumbling beneath the pressure, but even that feels like a fragile
thread, ready to snap at any moment.
“We’ll do everything we can to find Angel in time to save him from
the hybrid madness,” Wes says, her voice steady despite the weight
of the situation.
“Thank you,” I whisper, trying to ignore the fact that she hasn’t
promised to do anything more than try. But there’s more at play here
than just Angel’s safety.
“Actually, there’s something else.” I hesitate, swallowing the lump in
my throat. “Aside from sensing Angel, I’ve also picked up on the
presence of other hybrids through my magic. Some are here in the
city, but others... they’re much farther away.”
My words hang in the air, heavy with anticipation and dread. Sylvia’s
eyes widen, while Ben’s mouth twists in thought. Shane shifts
uncomfortably in his seat, but it’s Wes who steps forward, her face
set in a grim expression.
“We have work to do. We need to try to track down these hybrids
and help them before they succumb to the madness.”
There’s that word again—try.
“Okay,” Sylvia begins, her voice hard and authoritative. “Our first
objective is to locate all the hybrids created by Ivan, including Angel.
Then, we administer Evie’s potion to stabilize them.”
“Agreed,” Ben adds, his gaze scanning the people in the room. “We’ll
start with the local hybrids and expand our search from there.”
My heart rate quickens as they lay out their plan. A heavy knot
forms in the pit of my stomach.
“Wait,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. All eyes turn toward me,
and I swallow nervously. “There’s something you should know about
the potion.”
Wes raises an eyebrow. “What is it?”
“I...” I hesitate, my throat constricting with anxiety. “The potion isn’t
perfect—especially not the new batches. It might not work for every
hybrid. Since my magic has been so unstable since Ivan bit me, I
can’t guarantee that it will work the way it’s supposed to.”
The room falls silent again as everyone absorbs this new
information. I can see the worry flickering in their eyes, and I know
they’re wondering if we’ll be able to save any hybrids at all.
“We understand the risks,” Wes says. “For now, go home and get
some rest. We need you at your best. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Okay.” With a sigh, I turn to leave.
Reed offers to walk me out of the station, and I gratefully accept,
needing the comfort of a familiar presence. As we reach the
entrance, he turns to me, his gaze earnest. “I believe in you. You
saved me with that potion, and I know you can stabilize it for the
others.”
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