-Amber-
Ronan and I watched each other, both of us breathing a little harder, trying our best to come down. His neck was still bleeding and so was his wrist. The scent of his blood, mixed with that dark, musky one that was uniquely him, made it hard not to let the need take over again.
F*ck! This is not good. This is just… no, no, no!
We are going into heat! The panic was clear in my wolf’s voice, mirroring how I felt.
“You need to go!” I exclaimed. “Right now!”
Ronan seemed apologetic, but I didn’t want to hear a word from him at the moment. “Amber—”
“Now!”
“First, tell me, when was your last heat?” he asked.
“The day I turned eighteen. I have been pushing it away with some medicine my mother knew how to get, but I ran out not long ago. Now you need to go before I lose my mind! Th
