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take care of Brendan’s needs and be protective of him.”
    Ripley held his hand out. “No offense, but are you saying I don’t have a choice in the matter?”
    “I’m saying you feel a pull. Want to protect Brendan. Getting to know each other and possibly falling in love, that is all up to you two. Matings can’t be that easy, that you instantly love each other and live happily ever after.”
    Ripley had read a romance novel or two in his day and thought of the crazy sex that happened. Huh…I don’t feel like ripping off Brendan’s clothes. Glancing over at Brendan, whose eyes were near panic, Ripley felt more like he wanted to comfort the poor guy and settle him down..
    “That, too, will come in time.” Elder Lewis smirked at him.
    “Stay out of my head,” Ripley growled.
    “Oh trust me, I try to, but you telegraph far more severely than the rest of the residents here.” The Elder frowned. “Maybe we want to look into that, too. So, shall we begin?” Elder Lewis pulled out a tablet.
    Ripley sat down, pulling Brendan to sit in front of him and helping Brendan rest on his chest. Right then, Ripley needed the assurance. He had never talked about his past.
    Taking a deep breath, Ripley began, “It all started when my dad found me twenty-two years ago north of Houghton. I was a toddler, covered in blood, and no one ever came forward to claim me.”

Chapter Five
     
     
    The deep rumble of Ripley’s voice seemed to bring Brendan from his chaotic thoughts as he listened to his mate’s history.
    Brendan still felt fuzzy about what happened to him. His skin felt like it was stretched too tight, and he felt…off. There was no other word for it. The only person he wanted around him right now was Ripley.
    His limbs trembled as he tried to rub his face, which felt as if ants were crawling all over it. Internally, he was a mess, agitated when he was usually calm. His mind kept jumping from one thing to the next instead of focusing on the task at hand. His muscles felt tense to the point where he was sure that in the last hour he had to have gone through a shift. He felt like utter shit.
    What the hell has happened to me? Whatever it was, it was worth it to see Ripley up and talking, holding him. Brendan sunk into the embrace, trying to absorb the feel of the man he wanted to touch.
    Lost in the sensation of being in Ripley’s arm, Brendan tried to return his focus to the conversation.
    “I grew up with my dad who was a police officer in Lansing. There’s not much to tell about my childhood, pretty typical really. Graduated from high school and went to State before working as a financial analyst in the city. I had a pretty normal life until…what’s the date?” Ripley tensed behind him.
    “November twenty-third,” Elder Lewis replied calmly.
    “Three months,” Ripley whispered behind him. “I can’t remember three months. What happened?” Worry laced through Ripley’s words.
    Brendan grabbed a hold of Ripley’s hand. The man might be large and exude dominance, but right then, he seemed lost as he was told about a world he'd never known existed.
    “Honestly, we don’t know much about you or what happened in those three months. We’re looking into it for you. Do you have any memory of the last three months?” Elder Lewis stood, eyes on the cement floor as he began to pace as if he was trying to put pieces of a puzzle together.
    Ripley coughed. “I think the only thing I remember is Brendan’s eyes.”
     
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    Ripley could not believe he had just admitted that. In front of the Elder, no less. Brendan sat in front of him, silent, but his body was tensed like at any moment he might jump out of Ripley’s arms and begin tearing up the room.
    Glancing around at the remains, the room certainly couldn’t look worse. Apparently, when he had been feral, he had done a bang-up job.
    “I see.” Elder Lewis broke Ripley out of his thoughts. “We need to observe you two for the next couple of days