A werewolf’s heat happened after she found her mate. It was her body’s way of insuring pregnancy. It could last for days. Intense, unimaginable pain unless mating. It attracted all unmated males within her vicinity, making all the sense in the world why the boys here were so drawn to me over the course of the last day. My pheromones must have been in serious overdrive.
But D.AMN IT. I’m in the middle of this. We are so close. How am I supposed to finish this when I can’t even open my eyes? And how in the world didn't I figure this out leading up to this moment? How incredibly juvenile of me.
A new wave of heat crashed down on me and I could barely breathe it hurt so badly. It felt like being drowned in fire, in molten fire made of silver knives, branding every inch of my skin at once.
