Kate Daniels 06 - Gunmetal Magic

because Raphael had a thing for me and then we became an item. The moment we had a falling out, she came after me like a shark.
    Aunt B wanted me to play ball, join Clan Bouda, and be one of her girls. I’d been in a bouda clan once. No thanks.
    “We could go out the front door,” Ascanio said.
    They thought they could intimidate me. Well, they should have brought a lot more people, because I was done doing things by the book. “Hell, no. We’re going out the back. Whatever happens, you stay out of it or I will never take you with me anywhere.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    I marched out through the back door.
    The boudas took me in, fur and all. Their eyes widened.
    “Where the hell do you think you’re going like that?” Carrie asked.
    Wrong thing to say. Wrong, wrong thing to say. “Wherever the hell I please.”
    “I don’t get it.” Carrie shook her head. “Are you trying toprovoke Aunt B? What, your life’s too nice and you need some misery?”
    I grinned at them.
See the teeth? Take note, you’ll see them up close if you’re not careful.
“Can I help you, ladies?”
    “Sure,” Carrie said. “You can tell us what the meeting between you and Raphael was about.”
    “And why would I do that?”
    “Because Aunt B wants to know,” Deb said.
    They must’ve tried to listen in, but before Kate got this office, the same Jim who put me on this case had remodeled it. I didn’t know what he put into the walls, but the place was shapeshifter soundproof.
    “Aunt B’s tailing her own son now?” I asked.
    “That’s none of your business,” Carrie said. “Look, we can go with Plan A, where we all have a nice chat and go our separate ways, or we can do Plan B, where we have a more vigorous chat and tune you up a bit until you feel like sharing. Either way, Aunt B will get what she wants.”
    “How about Plan C?” I asked.
    “What plan would that be?” Deb asked.
    “The one where you go fuck yourselves.” A snarl crept into my voice. “You come here to my territory and you think you can push me around? Well, come on. Push. See what it will get you.”
    Deb blinked.
    “Fuck you, you stupid bitch,” Carrie growled. “You want a lesson, I’ll give you one.”
    Carrie’s body flowed, snapping into a new shape: half-person, half-animal, wrapped in sparse, sandy fur. Thick ropes of muscle corded her massive neck, supporting her round head with giant jaws and a forest of sharp fangs soaked in drool. The muscle continued to knot between her shoulder blades, forming a hump. Colossal biceps powered her arms, the network of veins bulging through her hide. Her feet and hands bore three-inch claws that would shred flesh like a knife cut through a ripe fruit. She looked like the stuff nightmares were made of. If you didn’t know any better.
    I took a couple of steps forward, so I’d have plenty of room to maneuver. My furry me was proportionate: my limbs were properly formed, my jaws fit together into a neat muzzle, and although my hands and feet were oversized and armed withclaws, my fingers weren’t misshapen. Maintaining this form came effortlessly to me. But Carrie was a regular shapeshifter and her warrior form was on the shaky side. Her jumbo biceps bulged from her too-long arms, limiting her movement, while her short legs barely had enough meat to support her top-heavy frame. She hunched over, because her spine fit into her pelvis at an angle, and no effective kicks would be coming my way. She didn’t specialize in combat, which meant she’d fight just like any other civilian shapeshifter: claws, teeth, nothing fancy. Good enough to tear most normal humans into pieces.
    Next to her Deb raised her arms. No warrior form, but she was good at boxing.
    Carrie’s eyes stared at me, shining with ruby light. She outweighed me by a hundred pounds. She thought the fight was in the bag.
    Inside my head, Michelle’s squeaky voice mocked from the depth of my memories,
“Hit her again, Candy. Hit that beastkin bitch. She deserves it.”
    Never again.
    Carrie charged me. She thundered across the pavement and lunged at me, swiping with her right arm diagonally and down, trying to gash my chest open. I leaned back. Her claws sliced through the air, an inch from my chest. I caught her wrist, yanked her massive arm straight and smashed the heel of my hand into the back of her elbow. The cartilage crunched, the joint popped, dislocated, and her arm bent the wrong way, its elbow inside out. Carrie howled and