“Because even among shifters, I’m considered too dangerous to mate. The bear is very, very strong in me.” He let those words hang in the air. Saw the meaning hit her in her widened eyes and the sharp intake of her breath. Then she jerked away from his touch, her gaze going back to the apartment complex and her problems there.
“I don’t even know why we’re talking about this.”
He didn’t either, but he had never fully understood the subtleties behind human communication.
“I brought you here so you could help my brother,” she continued.
“I can’t.”
“So you keep saying, but you know more than anyone else. You know he’s a…he’s like you. Sort of.”
He thought about that. Vic had shifted into a partial bear. It had been patchwork and smelly, but there were similarities. Which meant if anyone understood what was happening with Vic, it would be the shifter community.
“I’ve been out of touch for ten months. Perhaps the Detroit bears know something.”
“Great. How do I contact them?”
He looked at her. “You can’t. It must be me. And it must be in person.”
She frowned at him. “Is this a bear territory thing?”
He snorted. “It is a gangland Detroit thing.”
