Wild Wolf
"Another Feral shifter." Hanging up the phone, Simon Caldwell dragged his hand across his face and tried to smile at his fellow Protector and friend, Anton Beckham, known as Beck. "There's been a murder—a professor up at CU, in Boulder. They think a Feral killed him, so it's another search and destroy. The Feral's been located—living up on a nearby mountain. Your assignment, this time." There was more—much more, but Beck would receive that info in the case file.
Beck frowned. "Doesn't the Council realize how burned out I am? Hellhounds, I had to eliminate my last three."
"Let me talk to Ross." Simon should have seen this coming. Burnout. All the telltale signs were there. "I'll take the job. You need a break."
"You've killed your last seven," Beck pointed out. "If anyone should have burnout, it's you."
"I don't get burnout."
"Right," Beck said, grimacing. "You're the Terminator."
Grinning, Simon shrugged and poured himself another cup of coffee. Returning to his seat at the polished steel table, he took a long drink. "Unlike you, I don't let emotions get in the way of what I have to do."
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