"Four days," he replied, reaching for a glass of water and helping me sit up to drink. "Shorter than we expected, but more intense."
I glanced around the room, noting the evidence of our marathon heat, discarded clothing, empty water pitchers, and the distinct scent of four wolves and their mate permeating everything. Fin was asleep in another chair, his analytical mind finally surrendered to exhaustion. Brent and Liam were nowhere to be seen.
"They're getting fresh supplies," Kane explained, following my gaze. "Food, clean bedding. The heat has broken, but you'll need recovery time."
I nodded, sipping the water gratefully. My body ached pleasantly, marked with love bites and gentle bruises that would heal quickly with my werewolf metabolism. Despite the physical exhaustion, I felt more
