Chapter 64. Punishment

Ainsley

We collide into a massive pile of muscles, claws, and teeth, not one of us letting up for a second. Two against one is never ideal, and especially not when I’m winded from running for my life with my human companion.

Still, I hold my own as best as I can, using my teeth, nails, and anything else that is sharp and pointy to puncture as many holes into these assholes as possible.

The problem I’ve always had with fighting other enforcers is not that they usually outweigh me by a huge margin—I make up for that in how quick and agile I can move—or how easy it is for them to pin me down to rake their claws at my vital points.

It’s the unpredictability of their movements.

Skilled and highly trained, they rely on none of that when in the heat of battle.

Growing up, I’d been one of the few lucky ones outside of the enforcer pool to bear witness to their training, to see firsthand who would eventually become our protectors against those I b