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arrived today. We don’t know who his parents are, how old he is, what pack he came from or even how many shifts he’s gone through. I’ve been calling around and haven’t any answers yet.” Elder Lewis paused, waiting.
    Brendan nodded for him to proceed.
    “A feral’s life is short. They don’t have the mental strength to control their shift during the full moon, so rage consumes. When the full moon passes, their human side is mentally broken to the point that they are wild but can’t shift. You need to have the ability to focus to shift during non-full moons, leaving them vulnerable in the wild to hellhound attacks.” Elder Lewis clasped his hands.
    “You see, too much happens, they injure themselves, seizures, stroke, a number of things can happen, but the point is—you need to prepare.” Elder Lewis leaned forward in his seat.
    If Brendan’s friends were in the room, he didn’t hear so much as a peep out of them.
    “Prepare?”
    “Brendan…there is no way to cure a feral. You need to prepare, because you’re eventually going to lose him. A few months at the most is all you have. I’m not sure how long he’s been on his own but it’s a miracle he survived by himself.”
    Shock hit Brendan hard. He didn’t know the feral, but the physical blow of the harsh words would have sent Brendan to his knees if he hadn’t been sitting.
    Then, all his pain seemed to crest. A keening cry rose up out of Brendan. What the fuck? How could Elder Lewis say this to me?
    Cruel. There were no other words for it. To find your mate, only to realize you were going to lose him was the cruelest form of fate that Brendan could imagine.
    Brendan lost track of what was going on until Dalton stood before him, his best friend and fellow Omega. Somehow, Brendan was out of his chair, back to the corner of Elder Lewis’ office, tears tracking down his face.
    Dalton’s thumbs swiped the tears. “Come on, Bren. Breathe. You can do it.”
    Brendan tried to get a lungful of air only to find his whole body had gone into shutdown. Nothing cooperated.
    His vision blurred, and he barely made out the image of Malach behind Dalton.
    “Breathe, dammit.”
    The words were harsh, and Malach stared daggers at him, but the command from the guard was enough for him to suck in a lungful of air. Then another.
    “Why? Why!” Brendan screamed at Dalton.
    Dalton grabbed him and held him tight, and they both fell in a pile in the corner of the office.
    “I don’t know, Bren, but we are gonna help you every step of the way. You hear me? You’re not alone.” Dalton began to rock him, and Brendan felt utterly broken.
    After a time, still shocked, he stood and walked out of the office without a word. He made his way down the stone hallways until he found himself back at the feral’s cell. Staring at the man inside, he couldn’t believe how hearing the fate of this man affected him like it did. He didn’t know him, but Brendan’s very soul hurt at the fate this man had been given. He couldn’t even think how he was tied to it.
    Resolve hit him hard. He was going to lose this man, but he was going to be with him every second until he was gone. This man was not going to suffer alone. The least Brendan could do was be with him every second to soothe the journey as best he could. Breath hitching, he ran to his room and grabbed a stack of books and threw them on the new mattress. Pulling up the edges, Brendan wedged the mattress through the doors and dragged it down the hall to the front of the feral’s cell. Sitting on the mattress, he grabbed a book and opened it, quickly glancing up at the feral who was staring back at him with lost gray eyes.
    Brendan glanced down and blew out a breath. “Chapter one.”

Chapter Three
     
     
    Upon waking up, the feral tried to put together his thoughts. It appeared sanity was in reach. What was his name?
    Pain. Where was he?
    Reason was slipping. Who is the man sleeping on the other side of the barred