NATALIA
I have hardly moved since I woke up from my nap; only enough to come downstairs to the living room. Jonah did an extra patrol so I could lounge around today, and now he is with me while Sam is off with Mia before his own patrol. Currently, we are stuffing our faces with overly-buttered popcorn, and watching some mind-numbing reality tv.
I am laughing along with him when suddenly, the most intense heat I have ever felt shoots through my body, incapacitating me. A scream gets stuck in my throat, coming out as a strangled sob instead.
No, no, no. I don’t understand. My mom explained the mating heat to me when I first started talking to her about boys. It is not something I should be experiencing.
“Nat?! What’s wrong?!”
My heads whips to the side to stare at Jonah. Nerdy, shy,
