Estela’s POV
This can’t be happening. I cannot be going into heat—not now!
“No, I’m not!” I tell Killian frantically, denying what he can clearly see and smell. He’s too close, driving my wolf wild and sending waves of panic crashing through me. He starts to reach for me, but I flinch back, trembling.
“No, stay away!” I insist, holding up a hand in defense. “I’m not going into heat, it’s just… cramps!” I declare stubbornly. “You don’t want to be around me when I’m like this.”
“Estela, you’re being ridiculous—this is perfectly natural,” Killian sighs, lowering his outstretched hands. “And you’re in pain. You should let me help.”
“No, you’re the last person I want near me right now,” I lie, even as my wolf begs for him to ease the agonizing spasms gripping my core. I don’t know how l
