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Spike, still his wildcat, grabbed Jordan when he ju a paw on hi on the vinyl floor

No! Spike’s growl held weight Jordan stopped squir and looked up at Spike with fear in his eyes

Spike eased the pressure without losing the fir

"Spike," Ella said, arms folded as she stood in the center of the kitchen "I ask you again: What the hell?"

Under Spike’s paw, Jordan shifted slowly back into the form a four-year-old boy, his tattered clothes a pool of fabric on the floor

Spike shifted to hu body folded in on itself, his hand still on Jordan "This is Jordan He’s my son"

"Your what?"

"Son Cub My kid"

Ella didn’t argue No debating whether Jordan was really Spike’s son She’d seen the s too "Who is the mother? What clan? You didn’t roupie--or at least she one"

Ella understood what he meant, because her eyes took on a look of sorrow "I’ht"

Jordan looked fro hand "I don’t like it here," he said "Where’s ently as he could

"Where’s that? I want to go too"

Spike turned his grip into a caress "Not yet So to say about it

"I don’t want to stay here"

Jordan’s brows drew together in belligerent male-Shifter fashion The kid wasn’t about to cry He was ready to growl and stor out those nearest hireat-grandrandma" He looked up at Ella, whose dark hair and unlined face was natural in a Shifter of two-hundred years with a hundred-year-old grandson "What’s a great-grandrandma," Ella explained

The scowl deepened as Jordan wrestled with this new concept

Ella’s eyes held a spark of hope, which Spike had seen in other Shifters when offspring entered the pride Their family would carry on They’d survive another day

"Can you fix hi to eat?" Spike asked her