Page 97 of Psycho Shifters
The numb clicked on.
A few moments later, I ran through the forest in my beast form.
Run faster. Don’t stay at the back.
Branches slapped my fur, and the snow fell in a cold white sheet of snowflakes and hail.
From every direction, the wind screamed, and even with my advanced vision, the visibility was only a couple of feet in every direction.
The scents of pine, chestnut, frost, and cranberry burned my oversensitive nose. The four of us ran together. We were alphas in beast form, and we did what we did best.
We hunted.
“Screeeeeeeee, screeeeeeee, screeeeeee, screeeeeee.” The chattering screams of the spider fae echoed throughout the forest from four different directions—there were four of the fucking creatures.
Holy fuck. Even numb, something close to fear squeezed my gut.
Shaking my furry head, I roared back into the forest.
Slit their throats and mount their heads.
My numb self didn’t know fear; there was just conflict and power, and it conquered both.
Then Jax’s bear bellowed from beside me. His beast’s call joined mine and sent vibrations through the forest floor.
Bark cracked like gunshots as the spider fae maneuvered their massive bodies through the tight tree trunks.
Whipping my furry head side to side, I tried to track the four fae, but it was nearly impossible with the limited visibility.
The wind howled and slammed branches back and forth. They clattered all around, and thick green pine needles slammed against my body. If I weren’t over a thousand pounds, I might have been knocked to the ground.
Looking back, I saw the betas hunched low with their guns pointed high as they fought for stability in the brutal conditions.
Beside me, Jax’s bear and Ascher’s half-ram form were heavy enough to withstand the punishing wind.
Cobra, with his snake eyes and shadows, stood eerily still in the onslaught. His smaller form should have been blown back, but he stood with his characteristic snake stillness.
He was a predator waiting to pounce.
“Betas, stay with the alphas. We’ll each take one fae,” Cobra alpha-barked, and somehow the sound carried in the shrieking valley. Since he was the only beast that could speak, he was in charge of directives during the battles.
Immediately, Jax roared back at him, his furry muzzle opened wide to showcase his dagger-like teeth. Jax tossed his head toward me and it was clear what he was trying to say.
He still wanted me to stay behind him. I kept my eyes forward, my breath puffing in a frosty cloud in front of my face.
Show him.
Cobra and I were on the same page. For some reason, when Cobra was in his beast form, he was the only alpha that treated me like an equal, and not a weakling that needed to be protected.
I was the opposite of weak. I was made for power, for killing, and I would show them.
A loud “screeeeeeeee” echoed closely, and everyone burst into action.
Jax took the lead and sprinted after the creature, and everyone followed.
Head whipping from side to side, I searched the forest for the other three. As we ran, the massive black exoskeleton of the spider fae came into view.
In the howling white wind and green trees, the shiny black glistened as it flashed. The fae jumped from tree to tree. Once again, its legs shone with thousands of daggers.