Page 24 of Shifter Situations

What the fuck was happening?

“What are we missing?” Blaire shouted, pissed as she flipped a cream-colored wolf onto its back.

She shoved her hand straight through the she-wolf’s stomach, snatching a fistful of organs out. Blood splattered her face, and she glanced at me as her eyes started to bleed from anger and bloodlust.

Think, bitch. Think.

I followed the fray, circling to find an opening to get to my guys. Jack and Grim were in the center with them, but Briggs wasn’t. He had his jaws clenched around a bear’s neck as he shook his head violently to tear his throat out.

The longer I couldn’t reach the rest of my mates, the more furious I became.

I was a trembling ball of fury.

One smooth transition took me from wolf to demon. I let the demonic wrath cascade over me. The three pieces of my soul had never been so in sync, and we were continuing to grow closer.

Blaire sidled up to me, wiping her gaunt face as we assessed the fight. “Let the boys handle the bears?”

“Mmm,” I agreed, my voice echoing as I felt for any fear around me. “I hope you enjoy swimming.”

“In the blood of my enemies? Hell, yeah.”

“The tigers are too far in the group to get to, so we need to kill everything else. Ready?”

The savage smile she gave me perfectly matched the harsh lines of her face in her raging bloodlust. “I’m always ready.”

I flexed my wings, tucking them tightly against my back as I whistled low. I rolled my neck and called my hounds’ collars to my hand.

Excitement coursed through my veins as I grabbed a coyote by the tail and tossed him behind me. The crunch of bones was a heady sound, but the splitting of skin beneath my talons set the mood.

I raked my blood-soaked talons through the dense fur of another wolf, from flank to neck, before wrapping my hands around her jaws. I pried her mouth apart, the pricks of her teeth no more than a mild annoyance. I dropped her lower jaw to the ground with her body.

Pain wasn’t enough to stop the beginning of my warpath.

An eagle dropped from the sky, aiming for York, and I was just close enough to snatch it by the wing and rip it off at the base. The hellhounds prowled behind Blaire and me, finishing off whatever we didn’t kill.

Wolves and coyotes were falling all around us. I had my hands sunk into the chest cavity of a brown wolf when I heard Novak yell Stone’s name.

My demon was a few feet off the ground, his wings flapping furiously as he tangled with the last eagle. A tiger leaped, latching onto his left calf and dragging him down. My vampire sprung into action, yanking at the base of the tiger's tail so fast that he pulled out connected vertebrae.

Novak wielded the tiger’s spine like a whip, bits of muscle and nerves still attached. Stone shoved the eagle he was wrestling in my direction, and I pushed it right past me to the awaiting hellhounds.

Blaire slid into my legs, her right hand dragging the ground as her feet left dirt tracks from where she’d been. A polar bear stood on his hind legs, stalking forward as he swung meaty, blood-stained paws.

“I’ll go low,” she murmured, nodding her head when her eyes met mine.

We lunged together.

I jumped up, carving my talons into the polar bear's chest as Blaire’s hands broke through the fatty tissue of his stomach. We poured his innards onto the ground, landing on top of him as he fell backward.

The fight was over too quickly, but something told me that this was just the beginning of the war. Like those video games I used to play with Dolyn, I knew there was a boss lurking somewhere. It was hidden in the shadows, waiting for us to clear the floor before he showed up.

“You good?” I asked Blaire as she tried to shake the gore off her hands.

She sat in a pool of blood, leaning against the dead bear as she breathed deeply through her mouth. The gray tone of her skin warmed to her usual pasty color, and her eyes became golden once more.

When her face finally filled out, she let her head fall back to look at the canopy above us. I surveyed our group, searching for any injuries on my mates and family while giving her a moment to gather her thoughts.

“It’s hard to quiet the bloodlust down sometimes. I don’t know how Novak does it so easily.”