- MURTAGH'S POV -
Oh, s**t.
I stood there for at least thirty second, unable to move or speak or do anything, while Kate screamed and writhed in pain, curled up in a ball on the cold floor of the bathroom. So that was what the first heat of a she-wolf looked like.
It didn't look very pleasant.
Obviously, I had felt the heat call a few times in my adult life: damn, I lived in a f*****g pack house! There was at least a girl in heat once a month, but I had never forced myself on them, because I knew they were not in themselves. I usually locked myself in my room, trying to keep their screams and smells away.
Right now, there was no chance I could do it.
Kate let out another pained scream, panting and gripping hard on the rug, breating heavily. I knew that she was experiencin
