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harsh.
    Whispers still lingered in the air about the man he’d captured and tortured. A man who’d threatened Julia and had a hand in Sylvia’s kidnapping. Though infamous throughout the supernatural community, Markus wasn’t an Elite Enforcer, despite the Coterie begging him to accept the position. Derek had no clue why he refused – Markus wouldn’t tell him – simply that he did.
    A vicious grin exposed Derek’s sharp canines. Markus as incentive meant no one would chance fucking up. They would follow instructions to the letter, wanting to prove their worth to the legendary Enforcer.
    Derek didn’t care about their worth or their pride.
    Sylvia. She was his goal.
    Images of a building appeared in his head. Layout, personnel, security details and orders filled his mind, and he briefly closed his eyes against the onslaught. He gained control quickly, knowing he didn’t have the luxury of time. Skimming the crowd, he saw most had assimilated the information and awaited further instructions.
    Even with the grim task ahead of them, hope snuck in and made itself at home.
    The Coterie had gathered their top Enforcers and several Elite Enforcers. Elites spent their time protecting the Coterie and honing their lethal skills. Only one or two a year were accepted for training out of thousands of applicants.
    With little effort, Sylvia could have been an Elite, but she refused to apply and wouldn’t give Derek a reason why. She said she was happy as his Beta and an Enforcer and left it at that.
    “We will have three teams going in. First wave, stand by Markus. Second wave, Roan, and the extraction team by me. Markus will open a portal into Fae. We have permission to cross their land, but we must stay on the exact path. If you stray, the Fae will take you. And we will not rescue any who get taken. You will stay in Fae as their permanent guests. That’s the only stipulation to us using their portals.” Mara’s angelic look belied the hard steel in her voice. She made it quite clear anyone stupid enough to be taken by the Fae deserved it and she wouldn’t bother wasting resources to get them back.
    Roan added, “If at all possible, do not kill. We want answers as to what’s happening, and we need people to interrogate. And while it’s possible, I hate questioning the dead. They’re chatty little bastards who give you no information.”
    Derek strode towards Markus, glad he was in the first wave. Anger clawed at his throat, a rumbling he didn’t bother containing.
    “Prisoners,” he spat out.
    They deserved slaughtering. Her despair and pain proved there were no innocents. He’d lived the agony she’d suffered, unable to soothe her, unable to tell her it would be all right. Now he had a chance to redeem his failure, to save his packmate, and if a few died by his hand, then so be it.
    Zmitro kept pace with Derek, and they reached Markus at the same time.
    After the group gathered, Markus calmly told them, “You’ve all received your assignment and what’s expected of you. Fuck up and I’ll talk to you later.”
    No one mistook his meaning. A few took an involuntary step backwards. Derek, however, stepped forward, eager to leave. The tingle of magic across his skin hardly registered as his entire being focused on the upcoming bloodshed. His inner beast strained against its cage. It took all of his self-control to stop the change.
    Soon , he told himself.
    Soon, he’d atone for his packmate’s pain.

Chapter Four
    Awareness came swiftly to Sylvia and on its heels, agony. The pain staggered her, slithering through her mind, squeezing until her world narrowed to a sliver of existence. Slow breath in, exhale out.
    “Interesting. The bone fractures in her leg started healing before we x-rayed it. See here. Knitting together.”
    Murmurs of agreement came from two other men to her left.
    A scream built in her throat, fighting for release. She silenced it through sheer determination. Blackness surrounded her as she