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A cool wind blew over the ocean waters, salty air whipping through the hybrid boy’s fur. He padded silently along the shoreline, eyes taking in the lapping waters and the soft sand. It wasn’t often that the boy drifted out to the sea. His escapes from the musty caverns of Anathema usually led him into the cool forest areas, but today he wanted something different. Initially the boy wanted to follow his father out and help him with a hunt, but on his way out he changed his mind, feet taking him south out of the packlands and to the shores.
Papa said he should be getting old enough to shift, but the youth still couldn’t seem to do it. Luckily, Agony didn’t seem to be having any luck with it either, but the thought didn’t bring the boy comfort for long. It only made him more anxious to finally make the change to his two-legged form. He had to do it before his sister. Then he would at last have some definitive proof that he was better than her. It would prove that he was more grown up, and then she would have to listen to him and finally acknowledge his leadership.
The thought left the youth both hopeful and frustrated. The hybrid boy stood there on the soft sands, blue eyes staring out across the water as if it would reveal to him the secrets he needed. Jackson closed his eyes, deciding to concentrate on changing, hoping it would happen. He imagined the bulky secui form his father sometimes used, picturing himself with such strong limbs and thick fur. Then he called to mind a picture of what he imagined his optime form to look like: tall with lean, strong limbs and a lengthening mane. He held on hard to that image, trying to think of how his four-legged form could turn into that and willing his body to follow the process playing through his thoughts.
Minutes ticked by and the boy finally sighed, opening his eyes. Nothing had changed. Jackson remained standing on the same four legs as he had before. One paw kicked at the sand in agitated defeat and he settled himself down on the ground. He laid his head atop his paws and stared across the water with mournful eyes. He was never going to be able to do it, was he?
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