Read Shifted Fate novel [ Amy ] by Alicia S. Rivers Updated 2025 -26 - Shifted Fate Chapter 634

I watched to say something else, but the wolf attached to me started to shake. At first I thought it was trying to tear out my throat, but I realized its jaws released and it was shaking still. I opened my jaws and jerked back, but the wolf just fell to the ground. The shaking grew in intensity, and then it started to foam at the mouth. It reminded me of a dog with rabies, but we couldn’t catch rabies.

“It’s the wolfsbane and silver.” Rowan’s voice caught me off guard, and I spun. He was standing behind me, watching the wolf. “I think the vials were to coat the teeth, as another weapon, but if they aren’t careful enough, and swallow some of the contents. This is what will happen. They boil themselves from the inside.”

I grimaced as I turned back. “It looks painful.”

“It is.” He nodded.

I saw Sequan take a hit, and go down. I sprinted over, tackling the wolf on top of him. Before I even had a thought, Nix had ripped out the wolfs throat, and we were moving on. Wolf after wolf we fought. I lost count after forty, and that was before we even reached the circle. I was growing tired, exhausted really, but I heard a sound that turned my blood cold.

Somewhere over to my right, in front of the pack house, I heard my mother scream. Not howl, not yelp, but scream. The exhaustion I was feeling vanished, and I took off. I heard Sequan and Rowan both screaming after me, but I wasn’t going to wait for them.

Stupid?

Why yes, yes it was.

I didn’t care, though. I moved faster than I ever had before. A wolf turned and saw me coming and decided it was smart to try to attack. But I didn’t have time for him. He dove for me, and I launched myself into the air. My front paw landed on his face, but I pushed off of him, slamming him into the dirt and using his body as a springboard to get over the fighting wolves.

“AMY!” Rowan screamed. But I was already running on the backs of fighting wolves.

Nix, I called to my wolf.

I got you. Nix forced herself to sound confident, and I appreciated it. She took over, handling all the fancy footwork it took to run along the backs of the crowd. She did her best to land on enemies and then slammed them down to the ground as she launched herself forward. If she landed on the back of someone with a moon, she was as gentle as she could be. Some saw us coming, bracing themselves for our impact, while others were clueless.

I made it to the center in record time, landing next to my father, standing above my mother’s human body. Blood was pouring out of her hand, and from somewhere else. I barely had time to register she had lost two fingers before a wolf attacked.

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“Why don’t you guys just fucking die!” It screamed as it launched itself at my face. But I was pissed, my mother was under me, and I wasn’t dealing with this bullshit anymore.

I broke the wolfs neck before it even had a chance to get close. I forced a shift, and I pushed off my four paws onto two. There was a collective gasp as my Lycan wolfman form was seen for the first time, but I was done fighting fair.

“What the fuck is that?” Someone screamed.

I didn’t hesitate. I charged. My two legs were faster than my four, and I used my arms to swat wolf after wolf. I heard a roar from in front of me and realized that Rowan had shifted to his

wolfman form too.

“There are two of them?” A scream came from my left, and I turned. I bellowed out my anger.

“There is a second Lycan alive?” Another wolf cried out.

“You came to my pack, my lands, and you killed my people without knowing the fucking truth?” My voice was dark and vicious. I felt my anger solidify into this burning beacon inside of me.

The winds picked up, trees swayed faster, and clouds flew in from nowhere. Slowly, the bright blue sky had darkened above the pack house. The clouds turned from white to dark grey- green. The wind started whipping in a circle.

My dad screamed, a pained grunt that had me spinning, and my vision turning red. He was huddled over my mother, his bare skin seeping blood. A wolf charging in for the kill. I screamed, the ground shaking from my anger and fear, and I charged.

But the wolf was faster. It was closer. It was lunging for my father’s very human and unprotected throat. I pulled everything I could to myself all my pain, my anger, my love and I knew it wasn’t going to make a difference. I was too far. He was very vulnerable.

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I unleashed everything I had pent up without a last heaven–defying scream, and the world