I have to head back to the bedroom, finding Violet on the bed rubbing at her skin in discomfort.
“Tate?” she is muttering. Well, at least she has woken up now.
“Vi” I say. “I am here, doll. Are you ok?”
“Why did you turn the heating up?” she asks, almost clawing at her skin.
I quickly move her hands away, not wanting her to hurt herself, and placed the cool towel on her body. The heat is obviously driving her to discomfort. Though that was normal when a she-wolf went into heat. But Violet did not know much about it. So she may not know what to expect.
“Violet, listen to me, I didn’t turn the heating up. The reason you are so warm is that you are in heat. Did you read anything about that? Or learn anything about it with Hattie?” I ask.
Her eyes, still a combination of her own and
