"Violet?" Mom frowned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm just... it's a little hot out here..."
Suddenly, the cramping got worse. It went from a dull ache to full on searing pain. I screamed, dropping to my knees. Mom echoed my cry, falling down to my level as well.
"Violet! What's wrong? Talk to me!" She pleaded.
"I-it hurts!" I gasped.
"What hurts? Where-" Her nostrils flared, and her eyes widened. "Shit."
"Mom?" Unshed tears were in my eyes. "What's happening to me?"
She rubbed my arms, a little too fast to be soothing. "You're in heat."
The pain in my stomach radiated down between my legs. That was all the confirmation of her words I needed. Mom looked worried as Hell. Her eyes were glazed over, and I knew she was mind-linking Dad. And then, a low growl sounded to my right. A man I re
