CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Cyrus squeezed through the small hole and crashed into the trickling stream of trash and waste.
The other rat was on top of him immediately, teeth bared.
Cyrus whiffed the rat and sensed that it was a female.
He retreated, but she continued advancing, screeching at him.
If only he could speak to her.
“I’m not your enemy!” he wanted to say.
He glanced at the hole from where they had fallen. The other rats hadn’t followed him.
The rat backed up to the hole, her back against the opening.
Cyrus didn’t want to fight, but he couldn’t help the anger rising in his breast.
Nothing was going to stop him from getting back to the Wicked Cat. Nothing!
He shrieked at the rat, taking a step forward.
The other rat hissed.
He could have run, but he was done running. He had
