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“Plenty of other wolf shifters are about, Enforcers, but you’re not like any of them. So why are you here?”
Maybe I shouldn’t have said all of that, but I’m tired. I’m finding it hard to care.
His eyes hold mine, as though peering straight through me. “I’m joining the Enforcers. What about you? Are you one?”
Okay then, he’s a new one. That explains a lot, but disappoints me for reasons I don’t understand.
With a sigh, I reply, “Technically.”
Before he has a chance to interrogate my answer, I notice Max and Braxton glaring over at us. The man Orson arrived with seems to be speaking with them, but only Thomas is listening. The brothers have taken an interest in Orson, and for some reason, they look pissed.
Max starts towards us, and internally I groan.Oh, what now?
FOUR
Max
My wolf growls within.I feel its hackles raise. I’m not the only one. My brother’s usual earthy scent is laced with burning, his eyes trained on the newcomer. I watch the blond closely, observe his relaxed demeanor, his casual grin. He sits up against the tree beside Asha. Close. Too close.
I can already tell he’s a cocky fucker, and I don’t like him one bit. If he doesn’t get away from Asha soon, I might take him down so many pegs that his dick will never work again.
It’s hard to swallow down my growl, and the clawing need to stalk toward him and tear him limb from limb. The instinct is surprising. Yes, I’m a shifter. Yes, we have tempers, but mine is usually in check.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“That boy’s your problem now,” says Michael.
I find Thomas and Michael staring at me, and I blink. “I’m sorry, what?”
Thomas frowns. “The newest member of your team.” He points at the man. “He’s your responsibility now.”
My exhausted brain catches up, trying to piece the bits of this conversation together like a badly made puzzle. I rub my chest where it still aches from that filthy Blood Mage’s dark magic, processing more slowly than I like. Mentally, I go over everything I read about the team I’m responsible for, and then the pieces of this conversation, everything finally clicks in a way I don’t like.
“That’sthe ex-con?” I question dubiously, recalling his file. This recruit looks more like a beach bum than a hardened criminal.
“Yep,” says Michael. “Orson, twenty-seven, spent the last four years in max for—”
“I read the file,” I interject, more angrily than I intended.
Michael throws up his hands and flashes a grin at Thomas. “Don’t shoot the messenger.”
“Sorry,” I reply gruffly.
But I’m not happy. Orson is an imposition foisted upon me by my superiors. Another member added to our special task force charged with tracking down the Blood Pack and escorting a top-priority asset. Namely, Asha. Who appears right now to be enjoying his company.
But she doesn’t know what he’s done. I do.
Braxton moves toward the man as if to introduce himself, but I throw out my arm to block his advance. “Let me handle this.”
If I was pissed about him talking to Asha, I have no doubt what Braxton’s feeling. The last thing I need is to have two members of my team beating the shit out of each other within seconds of meeting one other.
There would be paperwork… and a lot of questions I can’t answer.
“Let’s talk first,” Braxton says.
Sighing, I follow him to the back corner of the tent, making certain that between the noise and the distance, the shifters won’t be able to pick up our conversation. “What?”
“What do you mean, what? We’re just supposed to allow some felon on the team?”
