9
CLINT
“Clint,” Becky warned immediately, like she was afraid I would take things too far. She wasn’t wrong. It was my job to eliminate rogue shifters. Well, this fucker was a rogue human.
Fuck, she might be right. My jaw was clenched, and my gaze was narrowed. I had no doubt my eyes had changed color. This dickwad wasn’t just harassing Becky, he was flaunting it, as if it was his right.
I was usually level-headed, but when it came to her, I lost all control.
I squeezed harder for another few beats then released my hold on his throat and watched him slump against the side of the house and cough.
“You like to beat on women?” I asked, pulling him up, then slamming him up against it again. “Huh? Is that why she had to file a restraining order?”
“She’s my wife,” he shouted, like that m
