Page 98 of Psycho Shifters
Kill it and rip off its legs.
Jax sprinted ahead, his massive bear moving much faster than expected. However, the fae didn’t turn to fight him. Instead, it jumped from tree to massive tree and sprinted toward the mountains on the edge of the valley.
With my ears flicking back and forth atop my head, I pinpointed the clattering noise of the fae’s spindly legs slamming against the trees.
All four of the fae were headed toward the mountain. As a group, we turned and sprinted after them.
My powerful legs bunched and contracted beneath me as I flew over the snowy ground.
Leaping over snowbanks and fallen trees, I sliced through the frosty air like a bullet.
In my non beast form, running felt like a thankless chore and my lungs collapsed in pain. In my beast form, my lungs expanded and my body flew. Running was freedom.
Follow the spider. Catch it.
The numb egged me forward. I could have easily overtaken Jax in pursuit, but I held myself back. He was still the leader.
As we followed the fae closer to the mountainside, the trees became less dense, and the fae started making larger leaps among them. Jax was close to overtaking it.
Suddenly, the fae whirled in a flash of black, its hundreds of eyes glaring as its massive pincer opened and it screamed at Jax.
In a collision of force, Jax leaped with his claws and maw extended directly at the spider fae. There was a loud crunch followed by a deafening roar as the two beasts collided.
Jax’s sharp claws fileted the creature as he dug through its neck, and the fae kicked him with its shiny legs.
Jax’s red beast blood and the fae’s black blood sprayed across the white snow, creating a macabre painting.
The putrid stench of black tar burned my nostrils. Roaring, I halted in the thick snow and tensed my muscles, looking for an opening to help Jax.
Suddenly, to my right, three loud shrieks echoed, and I whipped my head in their direction, where three black spiders skittered away.
Jax snarled, and the betas ran up to help him battle the other spider with bullets. He had backup, and Cobra had said each alpha was to handle one beast.
Go after it. Kill. Hunt.
The numb screamed in my skull, and I listened.
Turning, I sprinted after the three other spider fae. Ascher and Cobra followed closely. Ascher’s hooves clomped behind me, and Cobra moved like a ghost. His unique frost scent was the only thing that alerted me to his location.
Screeching ahead of me, the fae sprinted up the side of the massive mountain.
The air grew thinner and powder snow transformed into icy rocks, which rolled down behind me.
Somehow, the howling wind became more punishing, and the air became so cold that even in my beast form, a slight chill bit at my nose.
With fewer trees to hide them, the large black spider fae flashed before me as their many legs scurried over large boulders and slipped on slick ice. Still, the sleet fell faster and harder the higher we climbed, and the visibility became worse and worse.
Faster. Hunt and kill them.
Ascher and Cobra fell farther behind me as my powerful muscles allowed me to leap over massive boulders, and my thick, tufted toes helped me easily maneuver the icy conditions.
I was built to rule the mountains.
The clattering of the spider fae’s exoskeleton slapping against the rocks vibrated beneath my paws. I was gaining on them.
With a powerful leap, I cleared an enormous boulder and saw the spiders were a few feet away. All three stood behind an opening framed by two massive snowcapped boulders.
I launched myself at the creatures but realized my mistake.