Page 51 of Psycho Shifters

Opening my large maw, I showed Jax my huge fangs and bit the air. He could shove his scorn up his ass.

Jax didn’t say anything. He just turned around and stalked away through the forest.

My stomach sank at his disapproval. For some reason, I wanted the large alpha to be proud of me.

Next, Ascher transformed back and stomped, naked, over to me. His tattoos rippled as he walked, and his black horns were still larger than usual against his hair’s golden waves.

“I had it handled. You didn’t need to interfere,” Ascher snapped. He was pissed because he hadn’t thought there was any way I could be a female alpha.

A low rumble filled my chest, and I growled at him.

Ascher didn’t say anything else. He just turned and followed Jax. His disapproval meant nothing to me.

I wanted to chase him down and bite him.

My side ached from pain, so I lay down on the gore-covered snow. I huffed in the cold air with annoyance.

The alphas should have been grateful for my help.

“You did good.” Cobra stood near me, and his eyes were still snake eyes—his slit pupils stared at me with unnatural stillness.

Cobra held himself like he usually did, his movements were smooth and graceful. If black shadow snakes didn’t writhe across his skin, I could almost believe he wasn’t shifted.

“Do you know what you are?” he asked.

I shook my furry head back at him. Some type of cat?

“You’re a saber-toothed tiger of lore.” Cobra extended a hand. Shadow snakes slithering across every inch of his pale flesh, and he brushed a chunk of black gore off my shoulder.

A strange sensation zinged through my shoulder, where his hand touched my fur.

He winked over one of his slit pupils, and it was creepy as hell.

If I were in my other form, my mouth would have dropped open with shock. Cobra was complimenting and helping me?

Also, heck yeah, I’d always liked cats.

I was a badass.

For a second, my stomach sank with melancholy because I wanted to share this moment with Lucinda. She would think my shifted form was so cool. She always loved stories about alphas and their second forms.

“For a girl,” Cobra called over his shoulder as he walked away.

Chuffing with annoyance, I limped through the forest, following the men.

Did alphas taste like steak? They weren’t good for anything else.

SADIE

FINDING FRIENDS IN UNLIKELY PLACES

Still in my cat form, I limped back into the battle room and collapsed onto my haunches.

Betas helped each other stand upright and strip out of their battle gear. A couple of betas had wicked wounds and were only supported by others holding them up.

A couple of them glanced over at me, and the air perfumed with their fear. It was nice that they were finally showing me the respect I deserved.

Blood coated the locker room floor.