Page 72 of The Wolf Prince's Mate
I itched to take the keys to my new Jeep and get out of there, but they were in my room upstairs. And if I didn’t eat at the Lodge, my stomach was going to growl all night.
So, dinner in the dining room was a necessary evil.
We all went inside together. Halfway to the room, there was a tingle at the top of my spine that made me stop.
Immediately.
Panic coursed through me.
Heat.
It was coming.
How had I forgotten that?
I usually only had about a day until it started, after I felt that tingle. Assuming I did notice it. I’d start getting warm in twelve hours or so, and that would get progressively worse until heat hit.
“Do you have your phone?” I asked Fletcher, when he and Syd shot me curious looks.
“Sure.” He pulled it out and tried to hand it to me, but I just looked at the time.
5:45.
That sucked. I’d need to leave in the morning, to… wherever I was going to go.
WherewasI going to go?
“Are you okay?” Syd checked.
I would’ve told her what was going on, but I knew Fletcher would tell Hunter. Or Clay. Or both of them.
I swear, my life should’ve been one of those novels where the chick was screwing both brothers and didn’t have to choose. But it wasn’t. And I didn’t actually want it to be, because Hunter was a bastard, and I couldn’t handle one man. Let alone two.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.
Fletcher’s nostrils flared.
He hadn’t learned how to sniff out a lie too, had he? I sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to ask.
I fell back into step with them, and tried to act normal as I grabbed my food and sat down at a table with them and a bunch of other guys. A few of them asked me how I was doing before Syd changed the topic, and I tried to sell that I was alright.
But I wasn’t.
Because what the hell was I going to do about heat?
I had moved all my stuff out of the apartment I used to go to in Greenview.
Calling Silas up sounded awful.
But turning to Clay seemed like a terrible idea, given my current uncertainty.
So…
I was in trouble.
“You’re being weird,” Sydney whispered, when all of the guys were distracted by a loud argument about football. “What’s going on?”
I waited until everyone’s attention was focused before I murmured, “I’m going into heat tomorrow night.”
