My heat clawed at my insides and sliced through my ability to think. It was such an intense feeling. The room I was in was barely visible to me. This heat was so much worse than any I had before. I felt like I couldn't move. All I could feel was the giant plush bed under me and the shackles on my arms and legs keeping me on it. I know someone was keeping watch on me. I could feel them. Could feel how my heat was begging them. Still, they didn't do anything to me. I was lying on my stomach, gripping the sheets in my fists like I would fall off a cliff if I let go.
I felt the boys somehow. There was panic in all three of them. Rage from Seth like I had never known in my life. An all-consuming feeling as bad as my heat. I tried not to focus on that, though. I tried to keep gritting my teeth
