Seth was quiet. “Like I said, I’ll think about it. I do have a couple of jobs you could do. For now, how do you feel about a kidnapping?”
Erik perked up, his eyes gleaming in the descending darkness. “Kidnapping?”
“No,” Mia exploded. That was ludicrous. She might need silver bullets for these renegades. “What is wrong with you guys?”
“Yes,” Seth said quietly. “Her name is Luna, and she’s a scientist with the Copper Pack. I need to speak with her.”
Erik looked entirely too happy about the idea. “How soon do you want her?”
“I’m not kidding.” Mia wished she could punch one or both of them and not break her hand. “You two have got to think of another way.”
“There’s no other way,” Seth murmured. “We’ll talk later and come up with a good plan.”
Mia gave in and smacked him on the chest. “When I’m not around?”
Seth flattened his hand over hers, pressing her palm against his heart. “Yep.”
It would be more difficult than she’d imagined bringing these guys into the modern world.
“What’s the other job?” Erik asked, stretching out his long legs.
“The FBI is in town,” Seth said, holding her even tighter. “They’re investigating Pete’s death and a new murder out at Lost Asylum.”
Erik’s brows rose. They were darker than his hair, and in that moment, he looked a lot like Seth. “You want me to take them out?”
Mia groaned. “You guys. Stop it.”
“No.” Seth shook his head. “But I was thinking it’s time we stationed a couple of our own in the sheriff’s office.” Suddenly, his entire body tightened.
Erik’s head swiveled toward the forest. “Get down,” he yelled.
Seth, still holding Mia, dove to the porch as bullets pinged loudly against the side of the cabin. One dropped near Mia’s eyes, and she saw the silver bullet glint in the soft light.
Chapter6
Pain pierced Seth’s hip, and he growled, fighting the urge to shift into a wolf. Instead, he hunched over Mia and plucked her from the deck, keeping low and throwing them both through the door into the cabin. He laid her down, flipped her over, and ran his hands over her body. Fury and fire flashed through him, along with a panic he’d never felt before. “You hit?”
“No.” She struggled to sit up.
“Stay down.” He planted one broad hand on her chest and pushed her to the floor.
She angled to the side and yanked a gun from her boot. “I’ve got this.”
“No, you don’t,” he muttered. “They’re wolf shifters. Do you have silver bullets in that?”
She groaned. “No. I really need to start carrying those at all times.” She was pale, but her eyes were focused and clear.
“Stay here.” He turned and moved back into the night, staying low to find Erik on the planks of the wooden deck. “Hold on,” Seth grumbled, grabbing his brother’s shoulders and hauling him inside as bullets continued to barrage the side of the cabin. He flopped Erik next to Mia. His brother wasn’t moving. “Erik,” he said, slapping his face.
Blood covered the shifter’s chest. Erik blinked awake. “Damn, ow.” He looked down at his shoulder. “Silver bullet?”
“Yeah. You good?” Seth asked, his ears ringing, and his body settling easily into battle mode.
“I’m fine.” Erik struggled to sit up, then reached for his temple. “I think I got hit in the head.” Blood slid down his face to dot his chest.
Seth leaned closer. It looked like just a scrape, but from the raised bump and the reddening of the skin, it was definitely silver. “Stay here.”
“No.” Erik pushed him away and started to stand. “I’m the Enforcer now, remember?”
