Page 25 of Shifter Situations

“Not sure if it helps or not, but coyotes are way too salty, and bears taste disgusting.”

I shrugged. I couldn’t be much assistance with a true vampire’s bloodlust. I’d never felt it without my demon alter being in full control. And even then, I didn’t want blood.

I wanted murder.

Blaire stared at her hand curiously before she licked the tip of her index finger and gagged. I cackled, bumping my shoulder into hers. She glared at me with a sour face.

Her black hair was matted with drying blood, and she had a bruise on her jaw that was turning dark purple, but she was otherwise unharmed.

I had healing claw marks across my left ass cheek, so I wasn’t going to move until they finished knitting themselves back together unless I had to.

Vaughn was crouched beside Stone, fussing at my demon for refusing his help. York jerked the shredded remains of Palmer’s shirt sleeve off as my mage bitched about blood on his khakis. Novak had a foul expression on his face, glaring daggers at Briggs’ brother.

Bay eyed Jack suspiciously before inquiring, “How do you keep your clothes on when you shift, and why have I never heard of a horse shifter? We’re all predators.”

I wanted to grin when Jack raised those perfect fucking eyebrows at someone other than me. All I could manage was a grimace as twigs stabbed into the wounds on my ass.

My best friend—my brother—pointed to his own chest, slowly enunciating, “Demon. Not a shifter.”

The side of Jack’s mouth curled as he smirked at Bay.

“No one ever said I wasn’t a predator. I feast on flesh. Hearts are my personal favorite.”

Bay nodded, trying to accept what he’d just heard before shaking his head violently, stammering, “What?”

Grim patted his shoulder as he steered them toward the rest of our group. “You’ll get used to it, Wolf.”

I was enthralled as I watched them. They seemed too familiar to have just met Briggs’ brother, but it was a familiarity that was tugging at my muddled subconscious.

“All the static in the minds of those rogues gave me a headache,” I mumbled aloud.

“Same,” Blaire admitted. “And that polar bear smacked me in the face.”

Her jaw was getting darker instead of lighter; so I yelled for Vaughn, knowing he would heal us both up.

“Hey, Fae. Bring those frosty fingers over here if no one else needs them.”

“Please,” Blaire groaned. “I think my jaw has a fracture. I’m gonna be so fucking pissed if he broke any of my teeth. Are they fucked up?”

She started to open her mouth wide enough for me to check, but she winced. Vaughn squatted down in front of us, and I smiled at him, nodding my head at Blaire.

“Check her jaw first; then I’ll show you my ass.”

He furrowed his brow at me. “What’s wrong with your ass?”

I leaned over to show him the still healing gouges. He frowned as he glanced between Blaire and me, clearly torn, but I could wait. I would heal just fine without assistance. If her jaw was broken, then it might need to be reset. That was more urgent.

“Her first,” I reassured my fae.

“I’ve got Blaire,” Grim told him. “Heal your mate so she can put some fucking clothes on.”

I chuckled at the reaper. “I don’t mind being naked. Would it make you more comfortable if I covered my nipples?”

Blaire snorted. “I didn’t even notice.”

Grim sighed in exasperation. “This is the second time I’ve seen you naked in less than a month. That’s my limit, Lo. It’s like looking at my sister, and that’s disturbing.”

“Jack’s dramatics are wearing off on you.” I rolled my eyes when the hellsteed scoffed at me.