Chapter 13. Don’t Go

Males in heat circle me whenever I venture down to the kitchen or into the courtyard for air. The orphanage still has many who live under this roof, even after turning, who have no desire to leave. I may have imprinted on a mate, but I bear no mark to solidify a union; therefore, I’m mateless in their eyes and available, and I need to watch my back. Pack rules bind not all in this new era.

Generally, males treat femmes with respect after turning, but not all. Hormones, lack of a mate, and sometimes undirected testosterone levels contribute to rogue males with little consideration of punishment when fueled by a need to have sex. We are primal animals, and sex is in our basic everyday makeup once we turn for the first time. I know I’m already suffering for the cravings to be fulfilled. My body is yearning for my mate to join me until I feel I may turn inside out with the painful internal pangs for his body. The annoying part is that no one else will do, and I have zero interest