Celeste hollered out, her eyes running hot and boiling tears. Her body —naked, completely bare to the world— felt heavy, her mind too...and it was all because of the heat she was presently in.
It felt even worst than the first time and just like then, Zillon had left before she even woke up. Today was a Sunday, the day that all pack men went out to hunt. Those who are unmated for themselves and those mated for their mates.
But instead of bringing her back meat, Celeste hoped that he'd bring back a sense of understanding, of sympathy. She was in pain, his mate was in pain.
All it took to help her was his touch. Would he be selfish like last time? Would he let her suffer?
Celeste was certain he would and she feared that more than anything else. For how would she get rid of this heat if
