Mia
On my third night in Iron Ridge, the full moon reached its peak in the sky.
The healers had boarded up the windows and burned heavy, pungent herbs to mask my scent, but it wasn't enough. Wave after wave of heat rolled through my veins, searing my skin from the inside out.
This wasn't the heat of desire. It wasn't the shameful longing of an Omega in heat.
It was the brutal, biological punishment of a severed mate bond. My body was screaming for a completion it would never get, throwing my entire system into a violent fever.
Deep within my chest, my wolf was thrashing against the darkness. I could hear her weak, pathetic whimpers, but no matter how hard I reached for her, I couldn't pull her to the surface.
Outside my door, Luke stood guard.
He had been there since the afternoon,
