Psycho Shifters Series Novels & Stories

But to fight. So between sitting Brandon down and turning to face his attackers Ezekiel released the energy holding his Shift at bay. He marveled as he did at every Shift in the way that that same energy that had constricted around him, was now changing him, allowing skin and bone to slide painlessly away and reform. In moments his leopard's thick fur and powerful jaws took the place of human flesh.

None of the kids listened to her anyway, and judging by the fact that her brother didn’t want her speaking to them; she knew to mind her limits. “Yes, beta” they all said in chant. I smiled in satisfaction, nodding at them, assuring them that it was going to be okay. I knew that young shifters were usually worried or frightened about shifting. Their bodies went through changes that could match those of puberty, and seeing as they were mostly confused, they needed guidance.

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I asked, and he sighed, looking away. "The shifter world is more complicated than you think. The companies that make the suppressants are the same companies that make the blockers. They exist as a way to protect and destroy," he explained, and that confused me even more than the whole debacle. "What does that even mean? When shifters commit crimes that are horrible, they are put on these medications to destroy their glands, and they are stripped of their ability to release pheromones. It's a sort of crippling." He looked grim as he spoke.

Even I straightened without meaning to. “Rather than engage in meaningless chatter, we need to figure this out.” His tone left no room for argument. The murmurs died, replaced by heavy silence. I looked around at the warriors, battle-hardened men and women who had seen horrors I couldn’t imagine, and yet right now, they all looked uncertain. Afraid, even. I couldn't blame them. Humans were never supposed to shift. That crossed a line no one had even known existed. I agreed with Nicholas, we needed answers. But how in the Goddess’s name were we supposed to find them?

I snapped. No shifters were the last phase of late shifters and that is where I would be headed if I didn’t shift before 30. They were usually angry and had an awkward characteristic of wanting to show force…because that’s the only way the wolf in them could express themselves. It’s why people didn’t like late shifters. There was always the probability of becoming a no-shifter. I stared at him. “I don’t… I don’t understand what that has to do with anything, though…”

If he were here, he’d probably throw another tantrum for Serena’s bold moves. Roan focused her gaze on Serena, as if she were seeing her for the first time. It was the cue Serena was looking for. “It’s safe to tell us, Roan.” Maybe it was women’s intuition, but Roan looked comfortable answering Serena’s question. “You wouldn’t believe me. You’d think I’m crazy.” “Try us, we won’t judge,” Serena urged. Roan swept another glance at all of us, settling back on Serena as she nodded. “They’re shifters.”