Moon Shifter 02 - Primal Possession

neared the blue and white structure, he didn’t sense that anyone was inside, but he didn’t plan to take any chances. “I’ll take the back door,” he said quietly to Jayce, who only nodded.
    Without pause he veered to the left and rounded the home. Keeping an eye on his surroundings, he noticed the curtain in a neighboring trailer flutter. The movement was slight, but if the people here were nosy, they’d have to get in and out fast before someone called the cops.
    If he’d been seen, it was too late to worry about hiding now. At least they’d parked off the side of the road in the trees about a mile down the dirt road leading to the trailer park.
    Pressing his back against the side of the structure, he peered around the corner to the rear. The grass was wildly overgrown and there weren’t any neighbors to the back of the place. Just woods.
    Good to know in case they needed to make a hasty exit. With his gloved hand, he tested the handle to the door. Locked.
    Putting his weight into it, he rammed the door with his shoulder. The flimsy lock easily broke under the pressure. As he stepped inside, there was a bedroom to his right and a hallway leading to what looked like a kitchen/living room combination.
    The instant he stepped into the bedroom, he heard the front door jerk open. He paused. “Jayce?” Anyone else wouldn’t have been able to hear him.
    “Yeah,” he said just as quietly.
    “I’m going to check the bedroom.”
    “All right. I’ve got the kitchen and living room. Smells like something died in here,” Jayce said in disgust.
    Liam nodded in agreement even though the other wolf couldn’t see him. The place was colder inside than out and the stench of mold and rotting food accosted him. He eased open the fiberboard door and quickly took in the room. A huge wet stain on the carpet in the corner was the source of the moldy smell. Looked like the guy had a leak and hadn’t bothered to fix it.
    A few papers and bills were strewn across the desk by the window. Liam gathered them together and shoved them in his jacket pocket. After finding the desk drawers empty, he checked the closet, under the bed, and any place he could think of.
    Nothing.
    If this guy was hiding something, it likely wasn’t in his room. And they didn’t have time to do a full-scale search. When he was done, Liam found Jayce searching the cabinets in the kitchen. “Find anything?”
    “Lots of porn, ammunition, and a couple handguns,” Jayce said without turning around.
    Liam opened the refrigerator but there wasn’t much there. He lifted a few of the condiment containers and when he lifted a mustard bottle, something inside it rattled.He quickly opened it and found a flash drive wrapped in a plastic bag. “Interesting.” He shoved it in his pocket and paused at the same time Jayce did.
    Sirens sounded in the distance. Too far away for the human ear, but if they were coming for them, he had to guess they had five minutes to get out of there.
    “You ready?” Liam asked.
    Jayce nodded and shut the cabinet.
    Glancing around, Liam did another visual sweep. It was doubtful this guy had cameras set up, but he didn’t want to take the chance.
    Liam opened the front door but fell back as a bullet whizzed by his head and smacked into the wall. “Shit!” Falling onto his back, he kicked the door shut. He’d seen two guys holding pistols, but there could be more.
    The loud slam of the door was drowned out by the staccato pops of gunfire. Bursts of noise surrounded them as the front windows exploded. Glass shattered and splintered, covering the dingy furniture of the living room.
    “Stupid fuckers,” Jayce growled as he crouched low and crawled away from the door.
    Two more huge holes ripped through the wall above their heads. Plastic and old insulation exploded in a burst, filling the room with a cloud of pink dust particles.
    “Did you get a look at them?”
    “Three men wearing masks,” Jayce said, his tone even.
    “I’ll take the kitchen and keep an eye on the back hallway.” Liam began crawling as he spoke.
    The two rooms were separated, but only by the flooring. The living room had the kind of thin carpet used in industrial buildings and the kitchen had cheap linoleum flooring.
    As the trailer rattled and shook from the gunfire,Liam slowly inched his way toward the window. His heart rate picked up, but he’d been in worse situations. Unless the bullets were lined with silver, he wasn’t too worried. Still,