Layla didn’t sleep.

How could she? Her body still throbbed with need, slick between her thighs, her wolf pacing inside her like a caged fire.

She’d tried everything—cold showers, biting her lip until it bled, even curling into blankets soaked in lavender. Nothing worked.

The ache wouldn’t go away.

Her first heat had officially begun—and with Jaxon’s scent lingering in her lungs, it was torture.

Morning light crept in through the blinds. She’d hoped the desire would ...