Something was very wrong. I knew it the moment I opened my eyes.
Sitting up quickly, I flung away the sheets covering me. Dawn's pale sunlight was filtering through the window and I saw—
"Blood," I gasped.
Dried blood coated my thighs and drops of it had stained my sleeping mat.
My heart slammed hard against my ribs as panic set in. Then a flash of heat pulsed through every cell in my body. I realized what was happening. It was the heat—the primal, desperate need for my mates.
It had come again... but why? I had experienced this just five days ago.
I rose slowly to my feet, pushed the window open, and struggled to breathe in the chill morning air. I stood there, my body shaking, as I thought back over the past week.
Never had I imagined so much suffering could be packed into just seven days. The worst part? Aunt Layla wasn't even here to guide me.
