Forever Is Not Enough [Council Enforcers 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

FOREVER IS NOT ENOUGH
    Council Enforcers 2
     
    KEYONNA DAVIS
    Copyright © 2013
     
     
     
     
     
Chapter 1
     
    “Everyone knows what to do, right?” Mitch Ericson asked.
    Benjamin Sullivan answered the question with an eye roll. They were there to take out one of the oldest living shifters and the head of the Shifter Council. No one really knew exactly how old Councilman Edmund Percival was, but everyone knew the man had a personal hand in creating the council in order to police shifters to keep them safe and to keep their secret from the humans. Somewhere through time, the councilman had decided that shifters were superior to humans and that he would rather rule over them than hide from them.
    Percival had decided the best way to make his dream happen was to somehow create rogue shifters to do his dirty work for him. Rogues were shifters that had let their animal side take over and had gone feral. There was very little human left in them, turning them completely into the predators lurking inside of them. There was no reasoning with a shifter that had turned rogue, and it was Ben’s job as a council enforcer to track them and put them down. It sounded brutal, but it was for the good of their species. Rogues were killing machines, not caring about the disasters they left in their wake, and they threatened exposure for their kind. The enforcer’s job was to keep that from happening.
    Now, it seemed shifters were going rogue across the country, and nothing was being done about it. Percival had friends all over helping him cover up the attacks from the council. So far, the human media was going crazy over so many “wild animal” attacks. It was only a matter of time before they figured out the truth.
    The only reason Ben and his friends had caught on to the situation was because of Tessa. She was Mitch’s mate and had witnessed a rogue attack one night on her way home from work. Whenever humans came across a rogue shifter, they were supposed to be watched. For one, to make sure the rogue was hunted down and taken care of so that it didn’t come after the witness, and two, to make sure the witness didn’t go telling everyone what they’d seen. If they did, then they were quickly dealt with. Tessa should have never made it out of the city if she was being monitored. Instead, the rogue was never hunted down and had caught her scent. It had literally chased her and her son to Mitch’s front door. Through research and friends of their own, they had come across Percival’s plan. Ben just hoped it was in time to take him out and do damage control. He hated to think what would happen if their secret was revealed.
    They had arrived hours ago at Councilman Percival’s property, which had turned out to be an actual mansion. It was a little rundown and had seen better days, but still, how could they have missed a property that big when they had searched for the rogues the first time?
    The councilman hadn’t even been trying to hide either. They had seen him several times, entering and exiting the house as he ordered the rogues around. Either the man was completely arrogant in his abilities to not get caught, or he had something up his sleeve guaranteeing his safety and making him sleep easier at night. The man had plenty of rogues guarding his house based off the stench covering the area, but from what Ben had observed, they weren’t the mindless, murdering beasts he was used to dealing with.
    “Their animals are still in control from what I can tell, but it’s like they’ve been trained to do simple tricks like dogs. Sit, stay, and kill, things like that,” Ken whispered, confirming his thoughts.
    “Okay, let’s get this over with. I have a mate to get back to,” Mitch growled.
    They all grunted and split up, each heading in his own direction. Ryan and Ken were handling the rogues. Their job was to make sure no one escaped. Mitch’s task was to find Councilman Percival and take him out. While they handled their tasks, Ben was going to handle demolition, something he did with glee. The plan seemed simple enough, but experience told him that the simplest tasks always had the potential of turning into a huge clusterfuck at the worst moment possible. As he ran through the shadows headed for the house, Ben prayed he didn’t blow himself or his friends up along with the house.
    He paused with his back against the house as he listened for any sound of movement coming from the window. In ten more minutes, Ben