18. The Heat
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I couldn't help but feel antsy throughout the night. I couldn't get a wink of sleep. Yesterday was still overwhelming. On one hand, there was Killian and his troubles, and on the other hand, there was the possibility that I was with child.
I didn't know which troubled me more, the heat or Killian.
Killian had his own issues to deal with, issues he had projected onto me, and issues I had managed to trigger last night.
Neither of us was ready to be parents. In a way, we were both broken, and we hadn't done anything to heal ourselves.
I chose not to dine with the pack for breakfast. There was no need. I was certain that Killian wouldn't trouble me. My mind was focused on one thing this morning: my heat.
I sat on my bed patiently, waiting for the pain to
