Moon Shifter 02 - Primal Possession

ready to lop his head off in a second. Unfortunately for him, the redhead had his own sword stuck directly against Jayce’s chest, right over his heart. Neither man moved.
    “I’ll drop mine if you drop yours,” the redhead said.
    Jayce looked at Liam and nodded slightly. He slowly withdrew one of his blades as the other man did the same. Once the Fianna warrior had completely removed his weapon, Jayce sheathed both his.
    The blond dusted himself off and stood. He glared at Liam. “Stupid mutt.”
    Liam took a menacing step toward him.
    “Enough!” The redhead sliced a hard look at the blond. Clearing his throat, he looked back and forth between Jayce and Liam. He placed a hand on his chest. “I’m Rory. This is my brother Eoghan. We’re—”
    “Fianna warriors.” Jayce’s voice was dry.
    Rory nodded. “We just want to talk.”
    Jayce’s eyes narrowed. “You have a hell of a way of showing it.”
    “I apologize for our tactics. We needed to talk to you privately.” The redhead kept his attention on Jayce.
    “About what?”
    “One of our…warriors is missing.”
    Jayce frowned. “And that’s our problem why?”
    “We were able to infiltrate the local APL group in Fontana but lost contact recently. This group—no matter how insignificant—is everyone’s problem. They have been making plans to expand to our shores of Ireland.”
    Jayce nodded and Liam growled his agreement. Even though the APL were humans and their ability to hurtthem one-on-one was small, if they were allowed to keep gaining followers and spread their hate, it could be a problem for every supernatural being.
    “So why not contact us like a normal…person?” Jayce asked.
    “You never know who’s watching and we don’t want our presence in Fontana known.”
    Jayce shrugged, seemingly content with the answer. Then he rattled off a phone number. “That’s my cell. Think you can remember it?”
    Rory’s dark eyes slightly narrowed, but he nodded.
    “Good. Next time
call
me if you need something.”
    “So you haven’t heard anything about a Fianna warrior going missing around these parts?”
    Jayce shook his head. “No, but there’s been a decent amount of movement from the APL around here lately. Attacks against humans.”
    “Why would they bother with their own kind?”
    “They’re targeting humans known to have affiliation with shifters.”
    “You associate with humans?” This time the blond, Eoghan, spoke. His voice dripped with disdain.
    Liam bared his teeth as a low growl started in his throat. He really didn’t like this guy and he better not see him in town near December.
    The blond’s gaze quickly snapped back toward him. He held up a hand in defense. “I meant no offense by it.”
    “We’ll keep an ear to the ground.” Jayce looked at Liam and nodded back toward the way they’d entered the woods.
    Without turning his back to the two warriors, Liam slowly crept backward. His blood trail thinned the farther he walked. His body was already healing, but he still ached. Once they were out of sight and near the truck,he shifted form. The change was quicker this time as his bones quickly realigned and slid back into place. He was also a hell of a lot colder.
    The icy wind bit into him bone deep without his fur or clothes as protection. He might have a naturally higher body temperature than humans, but the winter had turned chilling in the past week. And he’d lost blood. Not a lot, but his wound was still gaping and crimson spilled down his side, pooling onto the snow and dirt. At least he’d been stabbed below his ribs. He groaned as they reached the truck.
    Jayce waited while he grabbed his duffel bag from the extended cab. As a shifter, Liam always carried an extra set of clothes.
    “You need help bandaging that?” Jayce asked.
    Liam snorted. He’d done this more times than he could count and he was sure Jayce had too. “No thanks.”
    Jayce was silent as Liam cleaned off his wound and quickly covered it with a bandage. Then he managed to wrap gauze around his waist a couple times to secure it. By dinner he’d be healed, but since he’d been cut with a fae’s blade, it would take longer than normal. Once he was finished, he put on a fresh set of clothes. “You think the APL figured out who their spy is?” Liam asked as he slid on his boots.
    Jayce shrugged, his expression devoid of emotion. “I doubt it. The Fianna are trained well and master chameleons when they want to be. I think they