For Your Paws Only (Supernatural Enforcers Agency #2) by E A Price Page A

earth did you survive your childhood?”
    Wayne put his hand on his heart. “It was rough.”
    “Well, let me educate you,” she said, purposefully. “Leatherhead was a mutated alligator in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”
    “Right, didn’t a film come out about them recently?”
    Avery grimaced. “The cartoon is better; you should watch it - it’s awesome. And if you like that, you’ll love Thundercats.”
    Wayne waved a hand at Cutter as they walked away, trying to hide his smirk as Avery started explaining about Lion-O and Mumm-Ra.
    Cutter shook his head. When he first met Avery, he’d thought her to be so prim and proper. She looked like she belonged on a catwalk – pardon the pun - instead of hunting down murderers. But, no, he’d soon come to realize that she was a kickboxing, cartoon-loving, sports-addicted tomboy at heart. She was the star pitcher of the office softball team.
    He scowled at that thought. It still irked him that he’d been overthrown as captain in a hostile takeover. Alright, so he probably shouldn’t have lost his temper and chased the umpire around the field, but that umpire was completely biased to the other team! At least they still let him play. He needed all the physical release he could get.
    Cutter made his way back to his car. He needed to tackle Hale. The fucking crocodile had no right to decide which victims were worthier than others. Yes, he needed to slam his thin, arrogant face into a wall…
    No, no violence. He would talk to him like a rational creature, one shifter to another.
    His wolf huffed in irritation. The beast wanted nothing more than to pound away the tension permeating his body. He had a year’s worth of sexual frustration built up, and his only outlets were fighting and exercise. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he hadn’t had sex in over a year. He made up for it by exercising more, boxing and taking the office softball matches far more seriously than necessary, but even those things didn’t seem to help much anymore.
    The fact that his self-imposed celibacy seemed to have started at about the time a certain hedgehog shifter arrived at the SEA was completely coincidental. Yep, totally . The only reason why he hadn’t been with another woman was because he just couldn’t find one that interested him. Yep, that was all there was to it. Nothing else; nothing whatsoever.
    Ugh .
    The strains of the Imperial March from Star Wars started echoing out of his back pocket. With a sigh, he grabbed for his phone. He wasn’t much of a sci-fi fan, but Darth Vader’s theme suited the Director.
    “Yeah?”
    “There’s been a murder,” snapped the Director agitatedly.
    Cutter frowned. Usually, Jessie called to let them know this kind of thing. If the Director was calling, it meant it was really bad news.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “The victim was a former SEA agent. It was your old partner, Clayton Reeves.”
    “In Ursa?”
    “No, he was here, in Los Lobos.”
    “Give me the address,” Cutter growled hoarsely.
    The Director rattled off the details, and Cutter hung up as he ran to his car. His wolf howled mournfully. Clayton, a sly eagle shifter, had been his mentor and partner, right up until Clayton retired, and Cutter moved to Los Lobos.
    The son of a bitch was a tough old bird and a former army sergeant. Cutter couldn’t imagine anyone being able to get the drop on him.
    Fuck, things just kept getting worse and worse.
     

Chapter Five
    Cutter hauled a couple of agents who were chatting and sipping coffee out of his way. They glared at him but were soon cowed by the ferocious snarl he let loose. He could barely control his wolf.
    One of the agency’s greatest agents had just been murdered, and they were gossiping about the janitor getting it on with the head of human resources!
    He pushed by a crime scene tech and made his way into the crowded motel room. It was a surprise to find that Clayton had been in town, never mind that he was crashing at a fleapit