I wake up to find Rita sitting on the couch in the basement with her feet propped up on a chair, reading a book.
“Welcome back, dearie,” she tells me with a smile. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m… cold…” I tell her, confused. I’ve not woken up from a heat cycle cold before. I stretch and find that, while I am very sore, it’s not nearly as bad as it was the times before. “What did you do to me?” I glance around and realize that there's multiple fans running, all pointed towards me. There's a plastic cooler next to the couch and a bucket full of rags. Rita wasn't kidding. The Omega shewolves really DO know what they're doing.
“Only what was best,” she says, walking around and turning off a few fans in the room. “Carolyn did her best, but she met her mate almost as soon as she shift
