Page 49 of Psycho Shifters
It was just little old me behind a tree and thousands of pounds of spider hurtling at me.
Every cell in my body tingled, and the weird sensation locked my limbs.
The tingling intensified until it was a paralyzing pain. My limbs locked in agony, and my body tilted.
I fell to my knees and face planted forward.
Directly into the path of eight sharp spider legs covered in daggers.
I lay on the ground convulsing in agony as the spider sprinted directly toward me.
By some miracle of fate, the spider ran over me and its legs barely missed my prone form.
The tingling…snapped.
My clothes ripped off my body and lay shredded on the ground, but I was warmer than I had ever been.
The world was different.
It was no longer unbearably cold and miserable. The temperature was comfortable.
I stood up and went after the spider.
I didn’t just run; I leapt.
My lungs expanded impossibly, and fresh oxygen pumped through me.
Four legs ate up the ground. I was built for power, for chasing, for the hunt.
My vision was hyperfocused on the spider, on catching it. It was what I was built to do.
The spider fae skittered quickly through the forest, but the tightly packed trees slowed it down.
I was made for sprinting short distances.
Head down for power, my massive leg muscles contracted and released as I flew after my prey.
I would not let it get away.
The swirling black mass of the portal came into view. It was just like I had read in a book, a circular void of darkness against the white landscape. Ascher bleated louder as he struggled to release himself from the fae’s pincers.
Within fifty feet of the portal, I threw myself toward the fae.
My large body went airborne, and I extended razor-sharp claws in front of my face.
Maw open, my jaw unhinged impossibly wide, my canines elongated in my mouth with a snap.
I slammed into the back of the creature with extreme force and ripped my fangs through its body.
A loud, chitter-like shriek echoed through the forest as the beast stumbled and fell to the side.
Between my claws and mouth, I sawed deeper into the wounds that Ascher had created on its backside.
Frantic, I bit down like a madwoman. Tar and spices filled my mouth, and I ignored the creature’s gross taste.
With single-minded purpose, I bit through the black sludge. My body rocked to the side, and pain scoured my abdomen, but I refused to release my massive maw from its backside.
One spider leg bent unnaturally and kicked at me unmercifully, the beast desperate to unlatch my fangs from its body.