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Ridge did a double take but turned his attention back to the road. “I’ve heard of the Everwood Pack. My uncle was affiliated with it at one point. They were a small but powerful nomadic pack known for their altruistic efforts on behalf of all paranormal creatures, not just shifters. From what I’ve gathered, the pack had particularly strong alphas, so if your father was one of them, it could explain your strength as a shifter. Your ability to repress your wolf so fiercely and for so long is rare. I’ve seen shifters go completely feral in the first year of trying to make it alone. When you told me how long you’d been alone, I was surprised you hadn’t gone full feral ages ago.”

Wow, that was a lot to unpack. Could I finally get some answers to why I was a shifter wolf when nobody else in my family was? Could this be a piece of my heritage? There were so many questions I needed answers to, and I was determined to get them.

Starting with my brother. He had to know something.

“Can you drop me off at the jail?” I asked.

Ridge sighed but nodded. He didn’t mask his look of concern but agreed without questioning me. His trust meant the world to me.

“Do the doctors have any thoughts about Zander’s memory loss?” he asked. “Do they think it’s only a temporary thing because of trauma, or do they think it might be permanent?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I felt bad for him and Mr. Elkins, but since he’d just woken up, there weren’t any details. I’m sure they’re testing him to get more answers, but at the moment, there’s nothing more to say. I hope it’s not permanent. I couldn’t imagine not remembering my life.”

More importantly, I didn’t want to imagine not remembering Ridge. The mere thought of it had me in a tailspin, so I forced myself to drop the topic.

“I’ll talk to the doctors and Mr. Elkins and see what’s happening,” Ridge said.

We remained quiet for the rest of the car ride, trying to soak in all the information thrown at us.

“Would you like me to go in with you?” Ridge asked when we pulled up outside the building.

Giving him a sweet kiss, I said, “No, thank you. I need to talk to Kyle alone.”

Ridge kissed me again. “Okay, call me if you need me. I’ll be right over.”

Smiling, I gave him several more pecks before hopping out of the car.

Inside, the deputy at the counter greeted me pleasantly when I asked for Sheriff Clawson. The sheriff must’ve heard me ask for him because he came right out.

“Tori? Is everything all right?”

“Hi, Sheriff. I need to talk to Kyle. Can that be arranged?”

The sheriff glanced at me, then asked, “Ridge aware of this?”

“Come on, Sheriff. He doesn’t need to give permission, but yes, he does know. He just dropped me off. Call him if it’ll make you feel better.” I struggled to keep the frustration out of my voice. It wouldn’t do to piss Clawson off when I was asking for a favor.

“All right. Give me a moment to set him up in an interrogation room.”

“Thank you.”

I sat in one of the chairs in the waiting area, not wanting to get in the way.

Ten minutes later, the sheriff opened the small door marked “Staff” and guided me into the depths of the station.

After leading me down a hallway, Clawson stopped in front of one of the doors. “He’s in heavy-duty silver handcuffs and ankle cuffs. He could easily break through the regular ones, but I’ll be in the other room.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the sheriff lifted his hand to silence me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t have the intercom on, but I will watch you guys. Make sure nothing happens to you, okay? That’s the arrangement. I won’t compromise on that.”

Figuring he had already compromised by letting me talk to my brother, I agreed.“Fair enough, Sheriff.”

“Well, that was a lot easier than I expected,” Clawson remarked.

Chapter44

Tori

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