Page 50 of Psycho Shifters

Lights sparked in my vision and everything jostled as my fangs dug deeper into flesh.

I didn’t release.

It could have been seconds or hours as the creature stabbed at my side frantically.

Pain and existence became a swirly haze as I single-mindedly focused on keeping my jaw locked shut.

When Dick would beat me, I had found that the harder I focused on a speck of dust or biting my lip, the easier it was to ride out the pain.

Now I focused all my energy on keeping my jaw locked.

The rest of the world faded out.

All of a sudden, the weight rolled over and pinned me to the hard ground. I was crushed. Fear overwhelmed me, and I fought to untangle my jaw from flesh.

I dug my claws in desperately as I attempted to separate myself from the creature and get air.

Long moments expanded as my lungs collapsed and I couldn’t draw in breath.

My head grew hazy from a lack of oxygen.

In a rush of relief, the crushing weight lifted off my body. Rolling and crawling, I detangled myself. As I stumbled away, sticky black gore covered my white fur in a heavy sludge.

I stank like burned tar, and I hacked the black pieces of fae onto the ground as I sucked in oxygen.

Jax roared as he threw the fae body to the side. His massive bear moved to the front of the creature, and with another roar, he helped Ascher pry its massive pincers open.

Ascher fell from its grasp. His torso was shredded in a band where the pincer had held him. Still, he stood up straight and brushed sludge off his tattooed torso. He seemed mostly unharmed.

Stumbling onto four shaky legs, I took in the carcass before me. Its body was savaged from where I had sawed my fangs into it.

Cobra stood beside the spider’s head, and his shadow snakes slowly streamed out of the fae’s eyeballs and wrapped themselves back around his body.

I had a feeling I hadn’t been the one to kill the fae.

Cobra’s snakes had done it.

Abruptly, Jax roared into my face and transformed into a very naked male.

His dark skin was splattered with black-and-red blood. He was a macabre painting of masculine strength, with gleaming muscles piled atop each other.

Unlike Ascher’s lean form, Jax’s body was thicker, with muscles bulging everywhere.

He was beautiful.

In an act of pure strength, I focused on his gold nipple piercings and not the massive, pierced dick hanging between his legs.

“I told you to stay behind us!” Jax grabbed my furry shoulders and shook me back and forth. His gray eyes flashed like cold daggers.

As I glared back, annoyance swelled in my chest. You would think he would thank me for helping save Ascher. If I hadn’t acted, Ascher would have been pulled through the portal.

Also, based on my fucking claws and canines, I had shifted into my alpha form like they’d wanted.

I was an alpha, a beast.

My spine popped deliciously as I stuck my butt in the air and my furry white paws forward. I reached my neck down, and my ears flattened on my skull.

I was a massive cat.