Psycho Shifters (Cruel Shifterverse, #1)

by Jasmine Mas

New life motto: anyone who bullied me was getting shanked. Hard.

Either Cobra had been born cruel or he had been hurt very badly.

Plus, I was never going to enter into a relationship; zero sexual experience ensured that. If I were in a league, it would be called “scrawny chicks with homicidal voices and general unwellness.”

“Oh, sweetie, you just found yourself a best friend. Fuck most shifters. Except you.

“However, I also must order you to attend a weekly psychological meeting with me to work on homicidal impulses. As a war general, you must curb them if you are to be successful.” Auntie’s exuberant smile said she wasn’t actually concerned about curbing any impulses.

My heart rate sped up at what I uncovered. Her red eyes were wide, nose scrunched, and mouth wide open. With her body locked in the fetal position, the princess screamed, or tried to scream.

Cobra climbed into the small bed and wrapped his large frame around the princess. She kicked and shrieked, but gradually calmed down as he held her. Cobra wrapped his long pale arms around her stomach and held her flush against himself.

Relicta was the Latin word for “abandoned.”

“Blood and ice will fall the lie, Color and white to break the queen, Heir and friend join and tie, A reborn quad the fates foreseen.”

The strangest urge overcame me. The longer its hundreds of eyes stared into mine, the more I became certain that it needed my help. We weren’t foes. We were two animals on the side of a mountain, staring at our deaths.

He didn’t reek of smoke like most betas. He almost didn’t smell at all.

“Wowza, you smell like cold death.” I giggled as it burned my nose. Holy moly, he smelled dangerous. My beast would love it.