The door of the restroom cubicle felt too thin.
Too exposed.
Iva pressed her palm against the cold metal divider, trying to steady her breathing as another violent cramp twisted low in her abdomen. It felt like claws dragging through her insides.
Her vision blurred.
Her body shivered.
And then the heat came again.
Not warmth.
Not even fever.
It was a violent surge that rolled through her bloodstream like molten lava, crawling under her skin, pooling in her stomach, her thighs, her chest.
Her fingers trembled.
“No… no, no…” she whispered hoarsely.
Inside her mind, Avalon paced.
The wolf was restless. Agitated. Her presence filled Iva’s head like a storm pressing against the edges of a cage.
Another wave slammed into her.
Iva gasped, gripping the sides of the toilet as her body
