Heat:
Nora curled inward into herself in the front seat of Jace’s car. The pack house wasn't far but she felt like she was on fire. Like her skin was burning, even the air around her was hurting her flesh.
“Jace.” She whimpered.
Jace slammed on the breaks and glanced over to Nora as her scent hit his nose. He squeezed the steering wheel tightly in his hands. He didn't expect this. He couldn't go home because the council was there and the way Lance was looking at her before. He would definitely try something. Jace would let Cole kill him. His cabin.
Dante, I have to leave. Nora is going into heat. I don't trust anyone from the Red Woods and I will slaughter the council if they look at her the wrong way. Do you have this? Jace's mind linked as he slammed the car into reverse.
I got it
