Moon Shifter 02 - Primal Possession

heart.”
    “Withdraw,” he growled low in his throat.
    Finally she pulled it back and he let go of her. She coughed a couple times and glared at him.
    Jayce shook his head. “You’re definitely an enforcer. I’ve seen trained warriors practically piss their pants when I get too close.”
    She rolled her eyes and tucked the small blade in her jacket pocket, likely into a sheathed covering. “I’m not afraid of you.”
    He chose to ignore her statement because it wasn’t entirely true. “I wasn’t kidding about why I wanted you here. I want to see you in action if these guys get rowdy.”
    She stared at him, as if she wasn’t quite sure shebelieved him. There was wariness in her gaze impossible to miss. “Your eyes don’t have any amber around them—they’re just gray.”
    “True.” His were much paler than hers and completely one color, but the distinctive gray was still exclusive to his kind, few though there were. “I don’t know that you are what I suspect; I just want the chance to find out.”
    Instead of responding, Erin flicked a glance at the one-story biker bar on the outskirts of town. The small building with no windows wasn’t much to look at. Technically it was in the next town’s district, but it was close to Fontana, and Ryan had found some information that APL members liked to hang out here. Specifically the two dead fuckers who’d kidnapped Kat. If their friends frequented this place, Jayce was going to find them.
    It was eight in the morning and the parking lot was half-full. “What kind of losers are at a bar this early?” Erin asked.
    “A lot of these guys probably live here and some are probably sleeping off a hangover from last night.”
    She shook her head. “You
so
don’t need me. You could probably stare these guys down. You definitely look scary enough.”
    He didn’t want to, but he half smiled at her ballsy attitude. No one ever talked to him like that. Well, except Kat. Thinking of her made his chest ache, though. He opened his door. “Let’s get this over with.”
    As he opened the heavy wooden door covered with peeling bumper stickers, Erin pointed at one in disgust. It was of two stick figures, one male standing and a female kneeling in front of him with her head by the male’s crotch. The saying under it read “You belong here.” “I
really
hope we get to kick some ass today,” she said low enough for only him.
    “Me too,” he murmured.
    The door shut behind them with a loud bang. The stench of cigarette smoke, sex, marijuana, booze, and body odor was stale and overpowering. A few men sat at the bar sipping beers, a man and woman were naked and passed out on a pool table, a few men wearing leather jackets and pants were playing pool, and a bored-looking woman with tattoos covering her arms and neck stood behind the bar. After a quick glance around, he noted ten possible threats. Nothing they couldn’t handle.
    With his shaved head and scarred face, Jayce knew he’d normally fit into a place like this. He also knew if this bar was owned by a local biker gang, they wouldn’t like outsiders. And Erin might be strong but she looked innocent and out of place. Something they could use to their advantage.
    He strode to the bar with Erin next to him. Instead of pulling up a seat, he leaned against the bar. Erin sat on a stool and swiveled it around so she faced everyone.
    “Never seen you two before,” the dark-haired bartender said, her voice mistrustful.
    Normally Jayce would try to infiltrate a place to get information, but he didn’t have that luxury at the moment. The Armstrong pack and the Council wanted answers about the APL. Busting heads was the only way to get it fast.
    Steeling himself for what he knew was about to happen, he leaned forward and spoke loudly. “Looking for anyone who knew those two shitheads Felix and Bennett who got killed a few weeks ago.”
    Watching the giant mirror behind the bar, he waited to see who reacted first. Whoever did, he was going to have words with.
    The older men in the worn jackets sitting at the bardidn’t move. Just kept drinking. The bartender glared at him. “No idea what you’re talking about, but I think you’re in the wrong place, buddy.”
    The two beefed-up guys playing pool immediately set their sticks down and started to reach inside their jackets—likely for a weapon.
    “Bingo. Jackass one and jackass two have stepped up,” Erin murmured.
    Ignoring the bartender and the men at the bar,