Mine for Eternity [Council Enforcers] (Siren Publishing Classic)

pretty sure of yourself. Mitch spoke in his head, not wanting to alert anyone to his presence.
    His lion snorted. This is what we do. If we can’t handle some sniveling little councilman with delusions of grandeur, then we don’t deserve to call ourselves enforcers. Now let’s move.
    Mitch obeyed and eased the door open. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found the hallway empty. He still had the element of surprise at least for a few more minutes. Ben had been able to pull up the blueprints of the place, so they were able to familiarize themselves with the entrance and exit points. Neither of them had ever been inside, so he had no idea where to find the councilman.
    Deciding the sound of voices was his best bet, Mitch headed in the direction the voices were coming from. He paused when he heard shouting coming from a closed door.
    “I told you to increase the formula!”
    “But, sir, if we raise it anymore, it could kill them.”
    The voice was female, and Mitch had a hard time hearing her. The quiver in her voice told him that she was scared of whoever she was talking to.
    “I don’t care what you have to do. Just get it right. I’m tired of these pathetic little pets you created. I don’t want lapdogs. I want mindless beasts.”
    Mitch had a feeling the man he was searching for was behind the door based on the conversation. He gripped the doorknob with one hand, and he placed his other on the butt of the gun he had tucked against his back. Despite the shifter belief that a fair fight was fighting with teeth and claws, for jobs that needed to be done quick, Mitch preferred to use his gun and hollow points. They made a nice, clean entry in the head, but the exit could take nearly the entire back of the head off. No shifter could come back from that no matter how rapid their healing.
    Just as Mitch turned the knob, he heard booted feet stomping down the hall in his direction. Cursing the interruption, he ducked into a little alcove just in time for his heart to sink as he watched two men drag an unconscious Ben between them. He held back a growl as they headed directly for the door he had just been at and opened it.
    “Look what we found lurking outside, boss,” one of the men said, confirming Mitch’s target was in the room.
    “Well, well, what do we have here? Jacqueline, go pack up. It looks like the council has finally caught on to our little plan. Joe, go warn the men that there may be more enforcers out there. Jerry, take him with us. I can use someone fresh to work with.”
    Mitch watched as the man he assumed was Joe ran past. He had no idea if Ben was able to set his explosives before he was captured or not, so Mitch assumed he had and decided to stop wasting time. He pulled his gun and ran into the room. He stopped in his tracks at the sight of the other man he had seen dragging Ben. He was standing there holding Ben in front of him. It seemed Mitch wasn’t the only one that liked to use guns. The shifter had one pressed to Ben’s temple.
    “Enforcer Ericson, I’m delighted you dropped in for a visit. Unfortunately, we can’t be staying.”
    Mitch growled at the man speaking. He was exactly like his lion described, a short, sniveling weasel of a man. He had no idea what type of shifter Percival was, but if he had to guess, Mitch would say he was some type of rodent based on the beady little eyes and slightly bucked teeth.
    “Tell your friend here to let Ben go, and I’ll make it quick and painless. You hurt him and I will make sure you end up begging me to kill you.” Mitch kept his voice even, hiding his fear for his friend.
    Percival laughed as he moved around the room pointing at things. The woman he assumed the councilman had been talking to earlier trailed behind him stuffing each thing he pointed out into a bag. “It looks to me like you aren’t in the position to be making demands. There are two of us and one of you. We have your enforcer as hostage, so it seems we have the upper hand.”
    Mitch felt helpless. He stood there watching as Percival strolled around the room like he didn’t have a care in the world while he was at a loss of what to do. He couldn’t see the woman’s face due to the fact that she kept her head down and her stringy, lank hair fell in the way, but he could smell her terror from across the room.
    “I would say this visit had been nice, but that wouldn’t be the case for you. Either way, I must go.” Percival walked over to a bookshelf and pulled