Loramendi's Story: Lords of Shifters, #1
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Seventeen-year-old Lora has plans and knows how her future should pan out. But the future is a finicky thing and has an agenda of its own.
After high school graduation Lora wants to move far away from the ridiculous rules and restrictions of her godmother, and to live as a writer with her best friend in Seattle. She always felt uncomfortable in the small town she grew up in and knows that once she reaches Seattle, she’ll find people like her, writers and artists who understand her plight.
When Lora falls for a hot new windsurfer in town, she learns his life is like a fairytale story similar to the fiction she enjoys writing. At the time he tells her that she’s a long lost princess, a shapeshifter, and in danger from an evil lord wanting to kill her, her godmother abandons her, and she’s forced to go along with tales he’s telling and leave all she knows behind. After all, she always wanted to live around people like her, she just assumed they’d be human.
Can she embrace the life of the leader she was born to be, battle an evil lord, and end lives to save a land she knows nothing about, or will this story she’s living end badly?
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LORAMENDI’S STORY
A Lords of Shifters Novel
by Angela Carlie
Loramendi’s Story
A Lords of Shifters Novel
by Angela Carlie
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Loramendi’s Story
by Angela Carlie
Have you ever had one of those moments when you recognize that change is near? When everything in life seems to be balanced on a fulcrum, but one small move in either direction could send it spinning off course? It takes your breath away. There's excitement and fear and sadness for what may be left behind. My life had always been pretty normal. Every day seemed straightforward, and I knew what to expect until one day a giant load of realization came crashing into my life in the form of my best friend, Jess.
Things started getting weird a few months ago when Jess arrived home from her trip to San Francisco. We lived in the small town where I’ve always lived in the Columbia River Gorge—White Salmon, Washington. Windsurfing territory.
She had just moved to White Salmon about two years prior, but we immediately clicked like soul friends.
It was a late summer mid-afternoon when Jess’ car squeaked into the driveway. The sound ran over the bird songs and wind chime music. Two dragonflies buzzed over my head before I darted from the brown grass and skipped over to the little red Honda, anticipating a big hug to leap from the vehicle.
The driver didn’t look like my best friend, but on further examination, I realized it was Jess sitting behind the wheel with stranger hair.
Oh my stars!
My jaw dropped. What did you do?
I stepped closer, and a smile crept onto my lips.
Jess scowled. She opened the door and took her time crawling out of the car. What?
Malice dissolved into a smirk with attitude. You don’t like my new look?
I don’t know. Turn around. Let me see the whole thing.
She strutted, as if on a catwalk, and pivoted a quarter turn for my approval. She pushed one hip out with her hand on the other, puckering her lips in a serious pout. Her once-long, golden brown hair was now a short pixie cut, dyed purplish red.
You pierced your eyebrow!
Pink skin puckered around a silver barbell penetrating the outer edge of her right brow.
Jess poked her tongue out to reveal a stud straight through it as well. I gasped.
You better close your mouth, Lora. Lots of bugs out.
Jess pointed to the invisible bugs flying in the air.
I snapped my jaw shut.
Jess grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and then laughed quietly to herself. "You like that? Well then, you will love these!" She winked and lifted her t-shirt for the world to see her creamy white boobs. Well, not the whole world, just me and possibly Old Man Franklin, the neighborhood snoop across the street.
I leaped two steps, yanked her shirt down, and made sure the old man wasn’t having a heart attack in his front window. For once, he must have had better things to do.
Your nipples too?
I whispered. This was not my best friend who left in June. The girl standing before me was a stranger who only resembled my best friend. Why’d you do that?
Jess didn’t answer me with words, but only shrugged as if to say she didn’t know. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her worn cut-off jeans. I twisted a long blade of grass between my toes. Words stuttered through my mind, but they wouldn’t form a sentence in my mouth. Why isn’t she talking? What happened to my best friend?
Do you want to sit down or what?
The way the question sliced through my mouth shocked me.
Jess shrugged again, her eyes never leaving the ground. Sure.
I stomped toward the house and leaned against the handrail attached to the worn front porch. So, are you going to tell me how your summer went or am I going to have to read your mind?
Jess plopped onto the peeling white stairs. I just hung out with my cousins a lot. We went to clubs on the weekends.
She grinned. No one ever asked for my ID. It was pretty cool and I met a lot of people. It’s kinda weird coming back to this boring, lame town.
I bet.
My turn to roll eyes, but Jess wasn’t even looking at me. She gazed up at the tree instead.
I think I want to move there next year after we graduate,
Jess said matter-of-fact like. Maybe go to art school and live with my cousins.
That sounds cool. There’s one problem with that, though.
I crossed my arms. What about our plans to go to Seattle? I’m sure Seattle has just as many clubs, if that’s what you’re concerned about.
I turned away so she wouldn’t see the sting in my eyes betray me. Jess didn’t seem to care or remember the plans we had made before she left. The truth was, the thought of escaping to Seattle to become a writer was the only thing that got me through the summer. If Jess backed out on me now, I wouldn’t know what to do.
Jess snorted. I always thought you only agreed to go with me to make me happy.
No, stupid!
I forced a laugh and sighed with relief. "I wouldn’t do anything just to make you happy. Who else would I want to escape this town with? There are absolutely zero cool people here other than us—oh and maybe Johnnie."
Jess scrunched up her nose. Did Johnnie find himself a girlfriend over the summer, or am I gonna have to keep breaking his heart?
What do you think? He’s still madly in love with the one and the only Jess!
My hands flew up in the air with dramatic sarcasm.
The wall between us crumbled a bit.
Great.
Her face vomited disgust.
He’s a fun guy. I don’t see why you won’t give him a chance.
She picked a brown and red leaf off the ground that had just fallen from the maple tree and ripped the flesh away from the spine, pretty much telling me that she was done talking about Johnnie.
I leaned closer to her, near her face, but she wouldn’t look at me, flinch, or anything. There were a ton of tourists and surfers in town this summer, more than usual anyway.
Ugh ... surfers.
Jess never liked surfers. She claimed they were dirty and didn’t have homes.
Dirty and homeless appealed to me, along with riling Jess up whenever she fell into these moods, which wasn’t often.
Quite a few hot ones too, I might add,
I said.
A windsurfer didn’t actually have to be hot to be dubbed hot. All windsurfers were hot in my book. I didn’t know why, but suspected it had to do with the fact that they’d mastered a skill that scared the crap out of me. If only I could swim, then maybe I’d learn to windsurf.
Jess stared at a squirrel scurrying up the tree. It stopped at the lowest branch and twitched its tail several times before climbing higher. It disappeared into the abundance of leaves.
Behind Jess, a hairy spider strung webbing between two rose bushes in the garden to catch his dinner.
I tossed a small twig to get her attention. We still going to the Bloody Pulp concert next week?
Why wouldn’t we be?
she asked with heat in her voice.
I exhaled and figured she must be tired from the long trip home or something. She needed to chill with the attitude, though. You want to go shopping before? I don’t have anything to wear.
I guess,
she said. Are you sure Aubrey is going to let you?
I shrugged. She doesn’t have to know. I’ll drive. We can go tomorrow if you’re free.
I sprang to my feet, pushing away the anxiety about facing Aubrey, my godmother. Oh! I almost forgot something. Stay there a sec.
The screen door snapped shut on rusty hinges behind me as I ran into the house and then thumped down the hall.
Jess loved photography. So much that I talked her into entering one of her photos at the state fair while she was away. It won second place.
I grabbed the red silk ribbon from my dresser. It flapped in my hand while I ran down the hall. A car door slammed shut, and an engine roared to life.
The little red Honda squeaked backward, out of the driveway, and then sputtered down the road.
I stood at the door. Jess no longer sat on the stairs.
The maple tree continued to sway, shedding leaves onto the dry grass below. Wind chimes sang once again in the distance. Across the street, in the large bay window of a small house, Old Man Franklin’s face appeared—pale and shriveled, as always. He nodded toward me. I waved.
I began to turn away and then stopped, as did my heart. A shiver skipped across my arms. Jess’ second place ribbon fell from my hand.
The light must have hit the glass pane in the door just right because at that moment a reflection of a face peered back at me, and it wasn’t Old Man Franklin’s.
And it wasn’t mine.
2
The reflection had my blond hair and my large brown eyes, but the high cheekbones, long chin and wrinkled skin definitely didn’t belong to me.
I wasn’t alone.
I whipped around, knocking the lamp next to me. It crashed to the ground.
The living room was empty. Hello?
With slow, hesitant steps, I walked down the hall and into Aubrey’s small bedroom. I controlled my breath, forcing air into my lungs and back out so I wouldn’t hyperventilate, or tried to at least. Aubrey’s bed was meticulously made and her room empty. I turned and took two steps into my even smaller room; it was as I left it, messy and crumpled. The bathroom. Nothing. The kitchen. Empty.
The clock on the dingy white wall in the kitchen ticked louder than usual. Water from the faucet plopped by droplets into an empty sink and echoed against stainless steel. Humming vibrated from the ancient olive green Frigidaire.
Color washed away from everything, like an old black and white movie. Previously beige countertops, green stove, dirty brown Linoleum floors, and faded yellow curtains all turned gray.
My heart thumped faster than usual, too. Normal left the room.
The screen door smacked shut. I jumped.
Normal returned.
My petite godmother, Aubrey, walked into the kitchen with an armload of groceries. She dumped them onto the very beige counter.
Hey kiddo! Looks like the lamp got knocked over. Will you pick it up?
I shook the chills away and went into the living room. The sturdy amber glass and brass lamp from 1970 wasn’t broken, so I set it on the table and looked out the screen door. Old Man Franklin no longer stood in his window.
How was your day?
Aubrey’s voice boomed from the kitchen.
I walked into the kitchen, sure that I must have imagined the reflection, and stood at the beige counter. Okay, I guess. Jess stopped by.
Aubrey had a look she gave me when she thought I wasn’t telling the entire truth or when she didn’t approve of something. Gravity pulled her chin down while her eyes peered at me over invisible rims. But she didn’t wear glasses, so it was rather funny whenever Aubrey gave me the look.
You don’t sound as happy as I’d expect. You’ve been sulking all summer long since she left. What’s up?
Aubrey grabbed red apples from the bag and put them in the fridge.
I stepped behind her to help with the groceries. She’s just different. Something must’ve happened or maybe she thinks she’s too cool for me now. I don’t know. She wouldn’t even tell me about her summer ... just kind of shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Then she totally took off without saying goodbye.
Since Aubrey didn’t move to let me help, I sat down at the little table. Oh, and she cut her hair off!
Aubrey’s eyes bugged out.
Yep, she cut it all off and got nipple rings and dyed her hair —
Wait a minute.
Aubrey held her hand up. Did you say nipple rings? As in she got her nipples pierced?
Yeeeeaaaah,
I said, all drawn out.
Wow, I have got to see that. I bet it hurt like a mother ...
Aubrey glanced at me as if she realized what she’d said. Well, maybe she’s just going through a phase. I’m sure she’ll grow out of it.
Hmmm, maybe.
I wasn’t so sure. We’re going shopping in The Dalles tomorrow.
I kicked myself, remembering I wasn’t going to tell her. Is it okay?
Yeah, that’s fine.
Aubrey picked her purse off the counter. Are you driving? Will you need gas money?
I paused, letting her answer sink in. She just said it was okay to go without a protest, which wasn’t like Aubrey. At all. I’ve got some tip money saved for gas. It’s been a boring summer, remember?
The glimmer in Aubrey’s brown eyes disappeared. Maybe I can make it up to you sometime during the school year if I can get some vacation. Spring break or something?
I nodded. Cool.
My real mother disappeared when I was one year old and Aubrey took me in. They had been best friends since childhood. She was always the overprotective type. Sometimes downright mean with her strict rules. It often felt I had to get permission just to breathe. And I never wanted to disappoint her after all she’d given up to take care of me.
After we stuffed the cupboards with the groceries, Aubrey kicked back in her recliner, watched the evening news, and ate leftover pancakes. She looked as young as ever with her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, like she never aged. Ever. Seriously.
I’m going to bed now,
I said.
Her eyes remained focused on the TV. Her hand held the fork suspended in midair between the plate and her mouth.
Hey, Aubrey?
She snapped her head my direction and threw me a thin-lined grin. Goodnight, hon.
Night.
That was another thing about Aubrey. She was sometimes creepy and weird.
Morning came too soon the next day. I was exhausted. The sun beamed and the birds chirped while I walked up the trail to my favorite spot above our house. It was a warm morning—a good indication that the day would be a scorcher.
Normally I walked to the end of the trail, but only made it a quarter of the way that day before my legs wimped out. Besides, if I didn’t start writing soon, my dream would be lost forever. I sat on a giant rock to record last night’s dream.
I’d been keeping a journal for the past two years and filling it with