Moon Shifter 02 - Primal Possession

He’d have wiped them all out. “Should I eliminate the Murphy pack?”
    Her eyes widened at the question and for the first time since she’d gotten in the truck with him, the tenseness in her shoulders loosened. “Wait,
what
?”
    “Do they deserve to be judged?”
    She swallowed hard. “I…don’t want to talk about them. They think I’m dead and that’s fine with me.” Her voice sounded so small in the truck cabin and pulled at his most protective side. Yeah, the Murphy pack was going to get a visit from him after this shit was over. “So if you don’t want to kill me, why’d you want me along?”
    He gave her a searching look. She really had no clue what she was. At their first meeting he’d immediately noticed something different about her. All enforcers, regardless of race or location, had similar qualities about them and he’d picked up on some of hers. “I think you’re a born enforcer.”
    She laughed wryly. “I’m so not in the mood to be messed with and I don’t care who you are. Cut the shit and—”
    He growled at her dismissive tone. “I’m serious, she-wolf. You prefer to fight in your human form, don’t you?”
    “Not always, but…yeah.”
    “Why?” He figured he knew the answer but wanted to hear her response anyway.
    Her shoulders lifted slightly. “It’s been that way since I was a cub. Once I let my wolf out, it can be difficult to rein her back in. Like, I’m not quite in control of my wolf. Not always.”
    He understood that more than most. “And you prefer blades as your weapon of choice.” This time it wasn’t aquestion. Though her jacket was zipped up, he knew she carried two blades strapped to her chest. Hers weren’t ancient or blessed by the fae like his, but they got the job done.
    She nodded. “So?”
    “All traits of an enforcer. Just like your eyes. Gray with a barely perceptible ring of amber around them.” Those unique eyes narrowed and she started to talk, but he cut her off. “It’s subtle, underlying your own scent, but you have a distinctive cedar aroma you exude.” The sharp and sweet smell was barely noticeable, easily missed in a room full of other shifters. But even before her eyes, it was why he’d noticed her. Indiscernible as it was, he scented it every damn day on himself, so it had stuck out to him, making her a bright beacon. Then he’d seen her blades and wondered if he’d stumbled on another like himself. Neither his Council nor other enforcers around the globe broadcasted the unique qualities of enforcers. They didn’t want to deal with warriors or wannabe warriors coming out of the woodwork convinced they had what it took to be an enforcer.
    Before the still fairly newly formed Councils around the world had decided to come out to humans, enforcers hadn’t had a designated name. He’d always been distinctively different from his father and brother in the way he’d fought. Being a shifter who preferred to fight as a human was a rare thing. Thanks to the open communication between shifters across the globe, he’d learned there were others like him. And they all had similar qualities. Despite all that, their deadly fighting abilities were the only reason the various Councils had decided to use his kind as enforcers for the general population. It was probably a good thing there weren’t many like him around. In the not so distant past, packs hadn’t been as linked toone another as they were now and had still governed themselves. Which they more or less did now. He was always a last resort for serious problems that pack Alphas couldn’t handle on their own. Or if a pack was causing other shifters or humans trouble on a visible scale.
    “I don’t know what you’re smoking, but—”
    He bared his teeth and lightning fast, he grabbed her by the throat and pinned her head against the window. “I’m sorry for whatever you’ve been through, but if you speak to me like that again…” Jayce trailed off as he felt the prick of her blade pressing against his chest, through his jacket.
    “Get your fucking hand off me,” she rasped out, anger lacing every word.
    He didn’t want to be impressed, but she’d managed to pull a small dagger from—somewhere on her person and take him off guard. And she wasn’t afraid to die. He could sense it clearly. “I could snap your neck.” It wouldn’t kill her, but it would incapacitate her long enough for him to do so.
    “And I could ram this blade into your