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"You used to calculate body counts like a machine. Now, you’re rewriting forty years of military doctrine just to keep her from smelling a hint of anxiety. You’re letting the entire West District slide into a civil war just to preserve her peace of mind." I stood up slowly, my towering, massive frame completely eclipsing the light from the desk lamp as my aura detonated across the room—a black, suffocating cloud of rain and ash that forced Marcus to instantly lock his jaw and take a defensive step back, his inner wolf whining against the sheer, crushing mass of my apex dominance. The silver in my irises swirled with a sudden, lethal heat that promised a massacre if he took another syllable t

He had been paying attention to every one of his darling’s reactions, so by now, he could tell exactly how to stroke to placate his ruffled kitten. Sure enough, his kitten unconsciously laid back down docilely, blinking up at him with his blank limpid eyes. Understanding his baby’s unspoken question, Levi elaborated, “Enforcers are known for being overly stubborn and inflexible. Known for… being unable to see eye to eye with people... unable to be reasoned with...” After all this talking in circles, Noah finally understood what this silly-cute brother-in-law was worrying about. He thought that the personality trait that made one into an Enforcer was a negative trait and was worried that peop

Then, he turned to me. He didn't yell. He didn't growl. He simply walked over and picked up the silver knife I had dropped. He looked at it for a moment before snapping it shut and sliding it into his pocket. Then, he reached out, his hand wrapping around my upper arm. His grip was firm, bordering on bruising, the same iron grip that had marked me in the car. "You ran," he said, his eyes searching mine. "I am not a PET, Mr Enforcer." I whispered, tears finally spilling over. "I am a human being. And I already have a home. I have people who...."

But the second deed was so reckless and dangerous that he had to make Mielle pay for it. Cassius had all the evidence he needed to apply punishment. It was hard for him. But he had to do it. This is the job of an enforcer he inherited from his grandfather. An enforcer should put his emotions and own judgment aside when executing the laws. He should only be fair and clear: “Mielle, once the police let go of guests. You will come with me.” He said. “Alright.” She replied.

“Personal staff. No media, or games and definitely no team. I want complete and absolute compliance.” Ezra laughed once. “You want me to be your servant.” “I want proximity,” Matteo corrected. Ezra’s chest tightened. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” Ezra stepped back. “I won’t humiliate myself for you or your sick hobbies. Hell, I don’t even know you!.” Matteo’s voice dropped. “Then watch Damon finish what I started.” Ezra’s throat burned. “You’re blackmailing me.” “I’m offering you control,” Matteo said. “Over how far I go.”

This was one of the first civil things he’d said to me since discovering my true identity, and I wasn’t about to push my luck and bask in his grudging admiration. Disgusted groans sounded from outside. I turned to find one of the enforcer’s uniforms covered in a white substance. Apparently, they had brought up the subject of Luna’s curse. Once the enforcers had completed the inspection, the camper van continued through the tunnels to a second checkpoint, where one of Fenrir’s lieutenants opened the back door and stepped inside. He was a bald-headed man with ebony skin called Randel and served Shifter City as its chief enforcer.

Each Enforcer was carefully picked by the Lord Alpha. The Enforcers are always a great help in the battle against the vamps. Some say they were more beast than man, and their leader our Lord Alpha who is the first Alpha is the bogeyman. The Enforcers were known to possess unimaginable powers, it was said that some of them possessed the ability to control several aspects of nature. These powers were gained as a result of living for centuries, while some were as a result of being an abominable hybrid.

I sat on the bed with my backpack on a chair in the corner, quite near to my side, before shifting into my wolf form. I waited for Nix but I wasn't sure how I hadn't noticed his presence downstairs. But I can sense his enforcer aura right now. He must have gone downstairs to direct loud people to another location where they would not disturb those who are attempting to sleep. The majority of an enforcer's job was to keep the peace, such as removing a potential source of annoyance before anyone became upset. Of course, if a serious fight or attack broke out, they'd be right in the middle of it, but such incidents were far more common than day-to-day squabbles. Fighting in a war is the least a

It was said that he was highly regarded by Fulton and one of the very few who had caught Fulton’s eye! At this moment, his actions could be considered arrogant to the extreme! The sixth enforcer turned his head, stared at Howser sullenly, and warned, “How dare a little captain of the Field Guards like you yell at me and point a gun at my man? Presumptuous! I now order you to lay down your weapon, kneel down, and break your right arm!” Overbearing! This was how authoritarian the sixth enforcer could be! As one of the ten elders of the law enforcement hall, he had a lofty status and stood above many others!

The flash of a grin. Then she was gone again, swallowed by static. “You left her,” the enforcer‑me said mildly. “Before the worst of it. Before the system could tie you to her completely. Practical.” “And you didn’t,” the survivor‑me shot back. “You clung. You bled. For what?” They turned their attention on me in tandem. “You only ever attach yourself to power,” the enforcer‑me said. “You’re not special. You sniff out the ones the Game likes and glue yourself to them because that’s the only way you know how to exist.”