“I can’t go to the shelter, Burke,” he said quietly. “You can’t?” He shook his head. His holey scarf slid down his shoulder, and I got a subtle whiff of his scent. Well, shit. Wasn’t he too young to be in heat already? Apparently not. “How close are you?” “I don’t know. My friend Kirby says maybe two to five days. He was going to find somewhere for me to stay but didn’t come back, and I was sleepy and freezing, so I came here.” He swallowed. “Sorry.”
