Psycho Shifters (Cruel Shifterverse, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

Yes, I had proclaimed myself the mother of rats. It was a rare, powerful role that only the strongest women could hold. Or the ones that had access to cheese.

“Look good, feel good,” I had heard a woman at the bar say before. “Look like shit, feel like bigger shit,” I said to the mirror and gave myself a thumbs-up.

Was it possible to have another panic attack during a panic attack? Because I was in the middle of one.

Clearly, mental health was still not my strength.

I needed a lobotomy. Unfortunately, I wasn’t rich enough

I didn’t know what energy I was giving off lately, but men kept giving me firm handshakes.

This had to be an all-time low. I’d just gotten aroused over a fucking side dish.

I’d never pretended to be completely sane, mentally well, physically well, or spiritually well. In summary, I was unwell.