Page 67 of Psycho Shifters

Unfortunately, Auntie fell for it. “Very well. Aran is also ordered to attend my sessions with Sadie. Anyone else showing signs of sociopathy?”

The entire room stayed dead silent, and I fought the urge to bury my head in my hands and pull out my hair.

Our well-ordered training facility was going to hell.

SADIE

STONE COLD KILLER

I stumbled as the beta’s leg slammed against my sternum and knocked the wind from my lungs. We were sparring one-on-one and working on our form.

Thankfully, the red-haired beta threw a slow punch that I easily ducked. He was going easy on me, and I was glad for it. I’d woken up this morning feeling nauseous and weak.

The aftermath of the numb sucked, and today was worse than usual because I’d held it so long.

A headache throbbed through my skull, and I tried to not let the pain show on my face.

If we had to do King of the Hill again, I would be writhing on the ground like a little bitch.

I thanked the moon goddess that Jax had said we needed to work on precision and control. A small miracle.

“You’re probably still recovering from the battle. You saved all our asses.” The red-haired beta smiled kindly and threw another slow punch. “Practice breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. It always helps me.”

I nodded and held my arms in front of my face like Jax had instructed. The beta telegraphed his next punch, but I was so weak I barely got out of the way in time.

The aftermath of the numb sucked balls.

“I’m John,” the red-haired beta said conversationally.

“I’m Sadie,” I replied after an awkward silence. Sometimes, I forgot that people tried to bond with each other. It was easy to keep your head down and focus on survival.

The more people I interacted with, the more names and faces I had to keep straight and the more chances they had to betray me.

“Your saber-toothed tiger is sick. I just wanted to let you know that. Some betas were afraid of your answer to Auntie, but I wasn’t. You’re a beast, and I get that. It’s sick that you’re a female alpha.” John easily ducked my kick and smiled at me warmly.

“Uh, thanks.” John’s niceness made me feel weird. My gut told me not to trust him, which made no sense.

Sighing heavily, I mentally berated myself for being dramatic. I also wanted to kill my numb self for revealing itself in Auntie’s classroom. After I had answered Auntie, even in a numb state, I had been shocked by my own words.

With a few sentences, I’d managed to make most of the betas terrified of me and I’d alerted the other alphas to my unwellness.

“Saber-toothed bitch,” betas whispered as I walked into the gym for training.

A part of me preened at the nickname. It was better to be thought of as cold and strong than weak and quivering.

Slowly, it felt like I was actually taking the power back from Dick and becoming my own person.

It was nice to make a name for myself, even if the name was an insult.

“Let me know if you need help with anything.” John smiled kindly as he slammed an uppercut into my stomach.

Bile filled my throat, and I just barely choked it down. If I spewed chunks, I would definitely lose my badass reputation. I tried to smile back at him, but it came out as an awkward grimace.

“Will do.” I gasped as I struggled to bounce on my toes.

Next to me, Aran jumped high in the air and impressively scissor kicked his partner, his blue hair flashing. The much larger beta hit the mat with a thump, passing out cold.

Aran was lanky, but an insane fighter. He stood over his partner’s prone body and gently prodded the downed beta with the toe of his boot.