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Ripley but not as muscular, and there was something about him that made even Ripley want to…submit? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t like it. Ripley was a take-charge kind of guy. Always went head first into a situation and bulldozed his way to the top. Staring at this man, Ripley realized who the true top dog was in this place.
    Ripley stepped toward the bars, and the man didn’t so much as flinch as the others had. “About what?”
    “That you’re a shifter, Ripley, and you were a feral. We’ve been seeking answers about you since you arrived over a week ago.” The man stared at him, eye to eye, never wavering.
    “Elder Lewis, I was just trying to explain to him what was going on.” Brendan stepped closer unsteadily, and Ripley caught him before he went down.
    Elder Lewis stepped forward, showing some sort of emotion for the first time. “Easy there, Brendan. Guess I should introduce myself. I’m Elder Lewis, one of the many Elders that help our visitors during their stay at Moon Compound.”
    Ripley nodded warily. Too much was going on in such a short span of time that it seemed impossible to keep up. Stay, my ass. First chance he got, he was walking out the damn doors. Then, he glanced over at Brendan. I don’t want to leave him. Fuck, my brain hurts!
    “What made you think to give Ripley your blood?”
    Brendan clasped Ripley’s hand as he answered Elder Lewis. “I heard Colin saying when he exchanged blood with Sloan that it awoke his wolf. I thought if my mate were to take mine, it would call to him, bring him back.”
    Elder Lewis smiled softly. “And you think you are not one of the smartest Omegas in the compound.”
    “I’m not,” Brendan said with conviction.
    Elder Lewis only shook his head. “The only thing you lack is confidence. You are a fine Omega and one that could have been great for the war.”
    “War?” Ripley interjected.
    “Another time, perhaps, on the war?” Elder Lewis stared at the two.
    “Could have, sir?” Brendan whispered.
    “What you did to save your mate has consequences. He was feral. Do you not feel the boiling-hot rage that simmers beneath the surface? That you are on the cusp of lashing out?” Elder Lewis gripped the bars.
    Brendan stared back in horror. “But it was to save him. Bring him back.”
    “And that, my dear Omega, is a sacrifice that makes you a worthy mate, albeit a reckless one.”
    “Is there anything that can help us?” Brendan asked.
    “Right now, you are stable, so we’ll run the blood tests and possibly find out more answers. There are more ferals that could gain from this knowledge. In the meantime, we are going to do our best to find out where you come in.” Elder Lewis stared at Ripley.
    Ripley was still too shocked to even believe he was a wolf shifter, but as he stood there, he felt him. He felt that damn wolf inside him, ready to attack. No one needed to tell him he was a wolf shifter; he knew he was a wolf shifter. No matter how long he had thought shifters were a thing of fiction.
    “What do you need to know?” Ripley gripped Brendan’s hand tighter, looking for some sort of grounding. He had a few questions of his own. The first, why he was so attached to a complete stranger.
    “I need to know everything. Where you grew up and with whom. Where you were when you had your first shift. Birthday.” Elder Lewis grabbed a chair in the hallway and sat as if he was going to stay for a while.
    Ripley had to wonder why the Elder, with all the power he exuded, would not enter the cell.
    “Are you not less tense? More clearheaded to answer my questions?” The Elder smirked at him.
    “Did you just read my thoughts?” Ripley asked.
    The Elder shrugged. “All that matters is that you stay focused on the questions and not protecting your mate from me.”
    “Mate? Is that why…” Ripley glanced at Brendan for help, but it came from Elder Lewis.
    “Why you feel protective of Brendan? Yes. Mates have a pull. You’ll feel drawn to