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like they were important, like a key to his past. If he could only recall them, then maybe he would finally know for sure who he really was.
    They kept shooting for a while, each trying to outdo each other. John always ended up coming short, which was annoying as hell since he’d been the top shooter back in his old life. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t beat Gregg.
    Finally, Gregg called a halt to their activity. “I think it’s time for lunch, so why don’t I give you a tour of the cafeteria?”
    John hadn’t realized until then that he hadn’t eaten anything since the day before. They had brought him breakfast that morning to his cell, but he’d been too nervous to eat. Now, he was suddenly ravenous.
    Putting a hand to his stomach, John said, “That sounds like a great idea to me. Is the food here any good?”
    “It’s awesome. Especially considering they have to cook for so many people at once. The Hawks have their own cafeteria, but I usually eat with the felines, because that’s who I hang out with more.”
    “Why?” John asked.
    He would have thought Gregg would be more comfortable among his own kind. That’s how it usually worked in the human world.
    Gregg hedged a bit before saying, “The felines are more laid back and easygoing. So, I get along with them better. Plus my best friend is mated to one of them.”
    John shrugged. Okay, it made sense to him, and who was he to judge? “Okay, let’s go.”
    They turned in their guns and gear, then Gregg led John to the center of the large building. John was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to figure the layout to the place or if he was going to forever be getting lost. At the moment, the place seemed like one giant maze to him. All that was missing was the cheese at the end.
    Gregg handed John a tray. “Everything here is free, so you don’t have to worry about paying. Grab whatever you want.”
    Free? John could live with that. Especially with his big appetite. He immediately began to load up his tray. They had so many options available he was setting himself up for quite a binge.
    Once they were finished, Gregg waved to a nearby table that had a small group of men sitting at it. “Those are my friends. Let’s go over, and I’ll introduce you to them all.”
    John tried hard not to cringe. Just what he didn’t want. To have to play nice and be social while eating. Was he ever going to get a break?
    Gregg walked over and sat down. John was left with no other choice but to take the seat next to him. Of course, as soon as he planted his ass down, every gaze honed in on him.
    “Everybody, this is John. He’s one of the lost shifters and has just come back to the coalition. Mitchell assigned me to be his mentor,” Gregg said. “John, this is Baxley, Tatum, Drake, Kallen, Ash, and Doc Featherstone.”
    John nodded, thinking to himself that there was no way in hell he was going to remember all those names. One of the guys, a smaller one who was dressed in a slightly Goth nature must have realized John’s plight, because he said in a teasing manner, “That’s okay if it takes you a while to remember who is who. I’m sure it’s a bit overwhelming right now.”
    The man who was sitting next to the Goth said, “Yeah, if you want, we’ll even wear those Hello-my-name-is tags for you.”
    John laughed. “That won’t be necessary. I pick up on things pretty quickly. Just give me a couple of days, and I should have everybody’s name down.”
    Another guy came over to their table. He was smaller in stature, but all of John’s warning signals went off. His gut told him that this newcomer was dangerous, and John’s gut had never let him down yet. The stranger had light brown hair, big doe eyes, and the face of pure innocence, yet John knew that was just a façade and underneath it all lay one dangerous person.
    The newcomer wore black from head to toe, but his uniform varied from the others at the coalition. His arms and legs were