Karen’s POV
The second wave of my heat hit harder in the early hours of the afternoon.
One moment, I was drifting in half-sleep, and the next, fire ripped through me again.
I gasped, my back arching slightly as heat flooded my veins, sharper, more vicious than before. My body felt too small for the storm raging inside me. My skin burned, my heart raced, and my breath came in broken pants.
“No…” I whispered hoarsely. “Not again.”
My wolf slammed against my control, restless and furious. She hated the distance, hated that our mate wasn’t here to claim us, to calm the madness tearing us apart.
I wished he were here.
The distress became too much. I had never cried so hard.
Tears spilled down my cheeks as another wave crashed through me, leaving me weak and trembling. I curled tighter,
