The Enforcer

Chapter 1

                I looked up as a folder was slammed onto my desk. A picture of a female was clipped on the front with her name is bold letters. “Ashley Faldon”. I flipped through the file, memorizing all the important information. It’s amazing what photographic memory will do for you.

                “New assignment?” I raised an eyebrow at Alex, my best friend, and alpha. He nodded. “What for?”

                “Newly changed and has no pack. I need you to ask her to join our pack. If she says no, you will have to kill her,” he looked at me grimly, but I shrugged. It was nothing new.

                “Am I leaving now or…?” I stood, stretching. I smiled to myself. This would be fun. I hoped she denied the offer.

                “The sooner, the better,” then he raised an eyebrow at my smile. “You’re really a twisted person, you know that right?”

                “I’m your enforcer for a reason, Alicakes. Where’s Jen?” Jen was his mate and the second in command. I was the third along with being the enforcer. Enforcer was just a fancy name for assassin, to be completely honest. I loved every minute of it.

                “With the kids today,” he watched as I pulled my things from my drawers, pulling out weapon after weapon. “Jesus woman.”

                “I like what I like,” I shrugged, sending him a grin as I tucked my pistol into my waist band. I slid my favorite butterfly knife into my boot and putting one more handgun into its holster that went on my shoulders. I slid on my beat up leather jacket and practically purred. I loved a mission.

                “If I wasn’t already mated, I’d probably think you looked damn sexy suiting up,” he joked as I walked towards the door, grabbing the keys to my bike. I laughed.

                “Thanks Alex. I guess I’ll see you in a day or two,” I smiled at him.

                “As your best friend, be careful. As your alpha, don’t come back until it’s done. Alright? No fucking around, Sky. Get in, get out. You only have permission from the other territories to just get the job done and leave,” he said and I nodded. “Try not to enjoy it too much, you sick bitch.”

                We both laughed at that one. It was a joke about me. Everyone thought I loved to kill people, but the part that I actually loved was the hunt and the strategies that needed to be made to get to them. Usually it wasn’t hard, but some of these fuckers were crazy. And I loved every second of it.

                “Bye!” I yelled as I walked to my bike, smiling at all the people who looked my way. Half looked surprised, half looked at me lustfully. Mostly the unmated teenagers on that second half though.

                I revved my bike, loving the feeling of it purring against my body. I slid on my helmet, bunching my hair underneath it like I’d perfected years ago. I checked my gas, seeing I had a full tank and sped out of there.

                This particular rogue was a very easy target, I got in, and out with my mission accomplished as soon as she said no to my offer. It was cute that she tried to fight back, really, but my butterfly knife was the end of her. Werewolves are actually quite easy to kill if you know what you’re doing. Of course there’s the silver laced in my bullets and knives, but you still needed skill.

                The next thing I knew, I was skidding to a stop in front of my house, sending gravel flying into air. How I missed home. Hotels are shitty places to sleep, they were so artificial. This mission ended up being a week long because of the long road trip.