Chapter 25

“How old are you exactly. When I did some research online about—” he glanced around and lowered his voice, “—about shifters, it said you age more slowly than humans.”

“We do, but not by all that much unless we shift often. It’s the regeneration when we shift that slows our aging. So, in answer to your question, I’ve been alive for forty-five years.”

“And look thirty, which is good since that’s close to my age.”

“And that is?”

“Thirty-three and counting.”

“You don’t look a day over—”

“Be nice,” Mick growled.

Wynn grinned. “I was going to say thirty-two.”

“Uh-huh. Okay, I’ll buy that, for now. Where did you grow up?”

With a straight face, Wynn said, “In a cave in the Amazon Basin.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“Yeah.” Wynn laughed. “Real jaguars may be indigenous to Central and South America, but as shifters,we can be anywhere. Of course, we tend to stick where we won’t stand out as an animal that doesn’t belong in a certain region so I grew up in Arizona.”