Her eyes rolled from one monster to another until they reached me. “And you? A werewolf like your brother?”
I shook my head, my jaws hard.
“A witch?” Mockery spiked her shaking voice.
“No.”
“Gargoyle?”
“What? Hell no.”
“Elf?”
I pursed my lips. “Close.”
“Santa?” she guessed in disbelief.
“Show the woman,” Prez ordered.
“Look at her. She’s gonna piss herself.” I tried to get out of it. I really didn’t want her to see me for what I was.
A hysterical giggle exploded off her. “I’m not terrified, Terror. I’m in shock. I don’t feel anything, and I really don’t trust my mind right now. This feels like a bad dream. But if you turn out to be something that I don’t expect, guess or know of, then I’ll know I’m not dreaming.” She cried. “Please be a lion shifter or a merman or even a fae…”
I filled my chest with air and dropped my cut and shirt. I might have dallied a little with the jeans. Once I dropped them, I’d shift; flaunting my dick in front of her while her brother stood by wasn’t an option. That off the table, I had nothing to work with but abs and tats. They worked on the bitches. Maybe if I gave her more time to see them, she would still remember me this way.
Slowly, I kicked off my boots and unbuckled the belt.
“This is not a striptease, Terror. Make it quick,” Prez barked.
I let out a long sigh. “Yes, Prez. Here we go.” Naked, I closed my eyes and listened to my bones as they shattered. Hooves and claws out. Monstrous body got together. My wolf was big enough to carry the reindeer. The head was tricky, though. Balancing a skull with a fifty-one inch antler on one side was never an easy job. I had to shift my weight on my wolf so I wouldn’t fall down, and when I strutted, it looked like I had a limp.
Fully-shifted, I kept my eyes down. I’d never been more aware of my shortcomings. I felt as if I were the ugliest creature ever made, naked for everyone to watch and make fun of.
Blubbering, she moaned. “O-okay. I couldn’t make that up on my own. Is that a wolfdeer?”
“Or a reinwolf. We don’t label here, kitten,” Slasher said.
“So it is real. All of this…is fucking real.” She moaned again.
I dared look up. Her eyes wandered around the four of us with the same amount of fear now. She wasn’t terrified of me in particular. She was just scared. My hair and fur stood up. A chill of ecstasy pricked my skin. This was awesome.
She was awesome.
“Are the rest of the Blood Demons…demons?” She sniveled.
“Demons, hellhounds, shifters, fallen angels, everything,” Slasher answered. “We’re the rejected. The misfits that neither God nor the devil accepted in their kingdoms. So we built our own.”
Dasher’s fangs withdrew. Inferno put out his fireball. My brother and I shifted back and got dressed.
She wiped her face with her palms. Her brother crept up the porch steps, holding his hands out. “Take my hand?”
She glanced up and cried some more. “You think I’m that scared of you not to touch you?”
“I know you are,” he mumbled.
“You’re an idiot.” She took both his hands and got to her feet. Then she put her head on his shoulder and wept.
That was the first time I saw tears in the VP’s eyes.
