He woke up in the sewer drain, covered in tree bark. The drain, just like before, was bathed in complete darkness. His rat eyes adjusted somewhat, and he stood, yawning.
He wasn't alone. Another rat lay next to him, waking up. Two others lay further down the drain.
Cyrus took several steps back from the other rats. The rat next to him hissed, its hair standing on end.
On instinct, Cyrus hissed back.
The other rat gave no warning; it was upon him, claws bared. They grasped each other, pulling each other onto their hind legs, screaming violently.
A male voice called their names.
“Cyrus, Zane, stop!”
Henry was in his human form, on his knees in the drain. Though it was pitch black, Cyrus knew his breathing.
Zane? Was the rat boxing him right now with its incisors bared Zane?
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