Page 10 of Psycho Shifters
The tattooed, horned god leaned over and shook my arm.
Up close, his features were arresting: severe cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and slashing amber eyes that glared at me.
Yep, the horned man was terrifying.
My gut screamed at me to punch him in the throat and run for my life because no man should be so large, handsome, and cool-looking.
I scrambled backward as the horned god stared down at me with a quirked eyebrow.
The fog cleared from my brain, and I realized I was crawling backward over a snowbank, shivering, and cold as fuck.
My only protection was my heavy cloak.
The good thing was, Dick wasn’t standing above me with a belt, and the wounds on my back didn’t burn anymore.
I flexed my shoulder blades and sighed with relief when my back didn’t scream in agony. The wounds were mostly healed.
The bad thing was a different god, the likes of which I had never seen, was standing above me. I hadn’t even known men could have horns.
Had I finally lost my mind?
Was I fully hallucinating?
“Where the fuck am I?” My broken voice was loud and rough, and my dry throat made me cough.
I crossed my fingers behind my back and prayed he wouldn’t say the afterworld, because I was not psychologically prepared to be dead.
Sure, my life sucked, but you know what also sucked? Dying when you were still a virgin. That was just embarrassing.
“Don’t play games with us,” the tattooed god said with a deep, raspy voice, and my gut pinched a little at the sound.
He took a step back as I hauled my scrawny ass up and stumbled away from him.
He hadn’t confirmed I wasn’t dead, and I was not about to let myself be attacked by a dark god of the afterlife.
As I slipped to my feet, I looked around.
Suddenly, I wished I were fucking dead.
Who cared if I was a virgin? Abstinence was cool.
In front of me, a towering gray fortress jutted out into the sky. The forest surrounded it on all sides, and there was a high brick wall around the perimeter.
Guards stood atop the wall, holding massive machine guns.
The big black guns glowed light blue with enchantment, and all of them were pointed directly at me.
Part of me was flattered that they thought they needed that much firepower to take me down.
A larger part of me wanted to pee my pants and start crying like a baby. Because someone had dumped my skinny ass on the front lawn of a fortress.
There were only a few fortresses in the entire shifter realm, and everyone knew they were located near the portals that led to the fae realm.
They were hidden in remote, mountainous valleys, and their locations were top secret.
Portals were the battlegrounds, where alphas and betas fought against fae monsters and stopped them from intruding into our realm.
The fortresses housed the soldiers as they trained and fought.