Lyra tugged at her clothes helplessly, her flushed face contorted in confusion, pleading silently, "Help me," she whimpered, "I don't know what's happening to me."
Gerald's eyes widened.
The air in the room suddenly felt strange and heavy.
When a she-wolf was in heat, her body burned with uncontrollable desire, every nerve screaming for her mate's touch. It wasn't just lust, it was nature's way of forcing the bond. The longer it went unchecked, the more unbearable it became, tearing at her sanity and weakening her body.
At its peak, the heat could even prove fatal if the mate failed to help her through it. This was the final stage of the marking ritual, the point where rejection was nearly impossible and intimacy was inevitable.
