Sloane’s POV
The shock of his words hangs suspended in the thick, charged air. The crickets in the tall grass keep up a frantic, uneven chirping, and the surrounding woods hum with the low rustle of leaves in the night breeze. The chill should be making me shiver, but the air against my bare skin feels almost scalding.
[Heat?] Xavier’s voice cuts through my consciousness, questioning his wolf, not just through his vocal cords, but echoing directly inside my head.
‘We-uh- what?' My eyes are like saucers, staring at Xavier’s red-ringed silver eyes, but my words are directed at my own wolf.
'You're in heat.' Zia’s words are flat, and only then did I realize that part of why I felt the way I did was because of Zia. Wolf heat! Ovulation. She's horny... I gulp. We're horny.
‘I didn't know u
