The first shift

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The moon was about to rise on my 18th birthday. The time of my first shift.

"Get ready to run, honey. You need to hunt your mate as soon as you shift." My father instructed.
"And remember that we love you and will always be with you even though we may never meet again. My daughter." Cries my mum.
"I know and I will make you proud, mum, dad. I love you" I whispered.

It's time.
The shift has started.

I've never felt anything like this before, my skin is stretching and changing but I don't feel any pain. I am growing fur, claws and fangs but i don't feel any different. It feels as if my soul is breaking free from it's cage and my true beast is being let free.
I feel...alive.
I found my true beast.

A lioness.

My senses have been heightened to the maximum and my reflexes and instincts are sharp and on point. I have glossy fur, glowing yellow eyes, razor claws and sharp hissing fangs. My tail is long and balancing my every step.
I am free.

Now it's time to find my mate.

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