All Chapters of Shifter Short Stories: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Simon's P.O.V.I thought Krystal would want to spend the day in bed because she was sick, not because she was insatiable. I would think she was in heat if I didn't know any better. After our shower, we went to bed and didn't get up for hours. I may have been a virgin when we met, but now, I feel like a seasoned pro. She's finally asleep, and I feel like I can't move.I received a text from Dorian that he checked on Phillip, gave him some water, and shoved part of a sandwich down his throat. He said he's only making sure he's alive for when we want to deal with him. Dorian also said Phillip has pissed and shit all over himself. Seems appropriate to me. Sewer rats belong in sewage.When Krystal wakes up, I want to talk to her about what we're going to do to Phillip. I had planned to speak with her this morning, but she kept me occupied with more important things. Not that I'm complaining; being with her was better than I could have ever imagined. I have to stop thinking about it because

Phillip's P.O.V.I feel like I'm going insane. My body hurts; I'm hungry and thirsty and can't stop crying. Why are they doing this to me? I never hurt anyone. Well, not anyone that matters. Krystal doesn't count; she's a worthless piece of shit who should feel lucky that I let her live as long as I have. I hear noise from above and look up to see someone walking down the steps. I thought it would be the man who put me here, but I'm wrong. It's Krystal. She walks over to me with a smirk. I can't wait to wipe that smirk off her face."You don't know how happy it makes me to see you like this. I have dreamed about the day I would be able to get my revenge for everything you have done to me." She looks at me as she begins to pace. I want to yell at her and tell her what I'm going to do when they let me go, but the damn gag is so tight I can't."Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like to talk?" I nod my head. She acts like she's thinking about it. "I don't know if I should let you. If you say somet

Two Weeks LaterKrystal's P.O.V.We pull up in front of my childhood home, and I can't help the feeling of hostility that comes over me. What other lies have I been told? Am I even their daughter? Maybe I was adopted and really born to koala bears. I love koala bears; they look so cute."Are you ready?" Simon asks. We drove from Hastings to Wellington, which took a little over four hours. Not enough time for me to prepare. Over the past two weeks, I've been trying to come to terms with everything and feel better. Phillip deserved what happened. Now, I just need to wrap my head around being a hippogriff. Why does it have that name? It sounds like someone mixed a hippo and a giraffe. That makes me giggle every time I think of it. Whether it's a giraffe head and legs on a hippo body or a hippo head on a giraffe body, either way, it's hilarious."I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be." I see my mom and dad watching from the front porch. It has been too long since I've seen them, yet I don'

Karalee's P.O.V.Tomorrow is the big day. I need to be in tip-top shape if I have any chance of winning. I'm really good, but that doesn't mean Polly won't be better."Get him, get him. Left uppercut now." I listen to my trainer as I practice with my sparring partner, Mason. I'm a boxer from Australia. Not many female boxers come from here, but I have a secret. I'm a kangaroo shifter.When people look at me, they don't see a boxer. They see a petite twenty-one-year-old. I'm a featherweight, so I'm small and have to put on weight to fight within my weight class. I have my long blonde hair in a tight braid down my back. I don't know who is worse when I'm fighting: my trainer, Benji, or my kangaroo, Eva. She's in my head telling me what to do while he's yelling from the side of the ring. When I send Mason to the ground, Benji stops us."Great job. Are you ready to knock Polly out tomorrow?" He asks, rubbing my shoulders. I take a sip of water. I have twenty-three wins and no losses. Twen

Karalee's P.O.V.I can't help staring at Liam in shock. He's in love with me? I know it's more the image or the idea of me that he's in love with, but hearing him say it makes my heart feel like it's going to explode. Our backgrounds are more similar than he realizes. I still wonder what he'll think about being my mate."Uh, I don't think you love me like you think you do. You don't know me." I reply carefully, not wanting to hurt his feelings. He's my mate, but I don't want him to accept me only because he's infatuated with me. Choosing to be a shifter is life-changing, and I need him to do it with a clear head. As much as it pains me, I can't tell him what I am yet."I don't know you, but I love everything you stand for. I was worried those guys were going to put me in the hospital tonight, and I would never get the chance to see you. You showed up like an angel and saved me. When you touch me, you make me feel good. Being here with you now is a dream come true. Please don't push me