Read Shifted Fate novel [ Amy ] by Alicia S. Rivers Updated 2025 -26 - Shifted Fate Chapter 639

Shifted Fate Chapter 639

Everyone stared at me for a few seconds, like they were trying to process what I’d just said. Then they all started talking at once.

“What are you talking about?” Cass asked, waving her hands.

“I hadn’t thought that far, honestly.” Ronnie stepped forward. He glanced around our small group, then his eyes landed on Cass. “Greyson’s looking for you.”

Cass blinked. “Why?”

Ronnie sighed. “Some of the guards are acting up—especially the trackers. He needs you to handle your squad while he deals with his.” He gestured behind the house toward the training rings. “He said he tried to mind-link you, but you weren’t answering.” He raised an eyebrow, and Cass flushed.

“I was just excited to see Amy up again.” She looked at the rest of us. “I can help after.”

I waved her off. “It’s okay. What I have to do, no one can help with. Go help your mate.”

My dad jogged back outside. “Hey, Cass—Greyson just mind-linked me looking for you. Says he needs you at the rings.” He turned to me. “I know you’ve been off duty since everything happened, but he really needs your help. I’d appreciate it if you could go.”

She let out a breath. “Yeah, Alpha. I’ll head over now.” She waved and started off. Before she disappeared, she glanced back and pointed at me, mouthing, You better catch me up. I laughed and nodded.

Once Cass was gone, he threw up a sound barrier. I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Ronnie stepped closer. “We still haven’t found the spy, so we’re being extra cautious.”

“Spy?” I looked around. “That’s Cass we’re talking about.”

Everyone stared at me for a second, then burst out laughing.

“Not her, you fool,” my mom said, bumping my shoulder.

Ronnie shook his head as he scanned the field. “We don’t know who’s lurking around. Obviously, we don’t think it’s Cass.”

My dad pointed toward the map. “What’s up with that?”

I dropped to the ground and opened it. My chest tugged again, hard, and I knew what I had to do.

“Van just called from the airport,” my dad said, looking toward the road. “A fully armed human convoy is headed this way.”

Ronnie spun toward the road, then back to us. “What are we going to do?”

“We’re doing this.” My father pointed at the map. “Well… she is.”

Ronnie crouched beside me. “Why did you need a map?” He tapped it. “How is this supposed to save us? Are you planning an escape route? We could run, but it’s nothing but forest and the Agora out there.” He looked up. “We can’t leave the Agora to the humans.”

I stared down at the map. There were about twenty packs in North America—nearly half of them in Canada. Could my power really reach that far?

My grandmother crouched beside me. “You are of the earth, sea, and sky.” Everyone fell silent. Her finger traced the outline of our pack lands. “This map doesn’t just show where our people are—it shows where their lands end.” She traced our territory again, then took my hand and pressed it to the ground. “Dig.”

I shifted, claws tearing into the earth. Cool soil closed around my fist as I shifted back. “What is this supposed to do?”

She chuckled. “Always asking the wrong questions.” She glanced up. “Just like your father.” She smacked the back of my head, hard enough that I felt it. “Focus.” She patted the ground. “Connect to the earth. Feel the dirt. The life it holds. The food, the abundance waiting to be born. Feel the moisture—the water—and the blood soaked into the ground beneath us.”

I closed my eyes and opened myself to the earth. My magic—once trapped like a potted plant—exploded outward. The pot shattered, fragments flying as my power sank deep into the ground of my soul. I felt the instant my magic connected with the earth.

The ground was alive. Bugs, worms, small animals—but also the land itself. I felt every breath it took through the trees. Every shift as it stretched and settled. The heat rising from its core.

“Gaia,” my voice whispered.

“Yes, my child.” A woman’s voice answered, and I almost yanked my hand free. Her laugh was deep and smooth, like stones tumbling down a cliff—somehow musical. “You called to me, connected to me, and then startled when I answered.”

“I just didn’t expect—” I stopped, realizing how foolish I sounded.

“You didn’t expect me to have a voice?”

I opened my eyes as the ground bubbled. A woman with green skin and long, flowing brown hair rose from the earth, drawing gasps from everyone. She flicked her hand, and the clear sound barrier turned gray. “Now no one can spy on us.” She winked.

“Mother Gaia,” my grandmother said, bowing beside me. I heard everyone else drop to the ground, but the goddess’s gaze never left my face.

“Call to my sons and save your people,” she said softly. “Before the scourge reaches these lands.” She tilted her head and closed her eyes. “You don’t have much time.”