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Lauren provided no further answers, and my rationality kicked in, demanding I cut her some slack. With the shifter’s incommunicado language barrier preventing conversation—I’d never been too good at translating meows—I skulked to the rear of my cage to try and figure some stuff out on my own.
At the same time, I needed to stem the too-loud timpani speed of my heartbeat. Regulating my breathing would have help with that, too, I guessed.
The scratchy surface of the wall dug into my shoulder blades as I leaned back against it and prodded my head where it had met with the pavement. A deep chill emanated through my body, but whether the cool concrete beneath my butt caused it, I couldn’t be sure.
I’d spent as much of my life with Kyle as I had my own family—Kyle was kin, dammit, no more,
