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Ripley whipped his head around to stare down at him.
    “It’ll be okay. You can trust them.” Brendan tried to soothe him. Brendan is restrained to a damn bed, and he is trying to soothe me? That, more than anything, helped Ripley to take a much needed breath and hold out his thick wrists.
    Malach stepped forward, and a sense of déjà vu hit him, but in his memory, it wasn’t Malach who held the chains. It was someone else. Glancing at the guards, he noticed a man in the back, standing stiffly. That one. Had this happened before?
    Ripley fisted his hands as the chains were wrapped around him.
    Two guards took his flanks as the doctor came in and began working on Brendan.
    Agitated as he sat, Ripley’s leg began to bounce and sweat built on his temple. He felt himself at the brink. If Brendan so much as frowns…
    “Easy now.” A guard to his left eyed him with amethyst eyes, stroking his cattle prod.
    “Ripley?” Brendan called out.
    That voice settled him down more than the threat of the guard’s cattle prod. Focus. You can do this.
    Staring at Brendan, he didn’t even pay attention when the doctor turned to check him out and draw blood. Ripley rolled his head as the needle went in, and he might have choked the life out of the doctor had it not been for Brendan staring at him, pleading. He hated needles.
    “I’m good.” Ripley tried to sound confident with his own control, but the fact of the matter was since he came out of that damn haze, he felt anything but.
    “I’m okay now. Malach, can you release my hands?” Brendan didn’t take his eyes off him as he spoke to the guard.
    Malach came forward and undid Brendan’s restraints. After that, the blood vials were marked and the room emptied out.
    “Do you want to go to your cell or stay in here, Brendan?” Malach asked as he stood at the entrance. “There’s a risk I’m not sure we should take.”
    “I prefer to stay here. It’s worth the risk.” Brendan sat up, rubbing a raw wrist, never taking his eyes off Ripley.
    The sound of the doors locking in place let Ripley know they were finally alone.
    “How are you?” Brendan's voice was masculine yet soft at the same time. Ripley's entire body chilled in reaction.
    “I’m…” What the hell am I? “confused?”
    Brendan nodded. “What do you remember?”
    “Not much. I went home sick from my job and woke up an hour ago. I’m feeling…pretty weird.” Damn, his throat hurt. Felt like every word was swallowing knives.
    “What about your family?”
    “My dad passed away when I was in college.”
    Brendan’s brow furrowed. “Wait. What about your pack?”
    Ripley raised a brow at that. “Pack?”
    Okay, the guy is hot, but he is also sounding crazy. Glancing at his surroundings, Ripley thought that maybe they were locked up in some mental institution. Maybe he had lost his damn mind. He always felt something was different about himself.
    Brendan gasped before he raised both brows in surprise. “You have no clue, do you?”
    If Brendan meant what the hell was going on, then no, Ripley hadn’t the foggiest. “No,” Ripley rubbed the back of his head, feeling cuts and scabs along the way.
    His whole body looked like that. His forearms and chest were covered with injuries, like he'd gotten in a fight with a Bengal tiger and came out on the losing end.
    Brendan sat up, sympathy in those sad eyes. Long, dark lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. “You’re a wolf shifter, Ripley. You were feral for—how long, we all don’t know.”
    Ripley snorted. Yep, crazy. At the same time, Ripley wanted to take care of the man. Now, who was crazy?
    “I’m being serious here.”
    Ripley stood up and paced. He knew how his dad had found him. Is this the answer that the two of them never knew or am I losing his damn mind?
    “He’s correct.”
    Ripley jumped back in surprise then turned to find a man standing at the door of the cell. He hadn’t even heard anyone approach. The man was as tall as