Chapter 64

Droplets of warm water cascaded down from the shower head, forming a cloud of steam around us. My eyes pressed shut as his lips brushed over mine. His hand reached up, tangling softly in my wet hair, pulling me closer. The world suddenly ceased to exist. It was just us, our breaths and our hearts pounding.

I traced my hands down his shoulders as the kiss deepened. His skin was hot and wet against mine. His other hand traced the curve of my waist, sending shivers up my spine.

My fingers grazed over his skin, feeling the bumps of his every scar and wound.

Pulling away, I rose my head and glanced at him while breathless, "How did you become immune to silver?"

His hands never left my body as he met my questioning gaze. For a moment, he was silent, his eyes searching mine as if he was weighing the question in his mind. I waited, wondering and wondering what the reason would be. Silver didn't kill him either. With all the injuries he had, he should've died in the woods alone.

"I grew immunity to silver when my father decided to use it against me in hopes to bring a rise out of my wolf. He attempted several times to force the transformation using silver in it's liquid form. While it didn't help me, it surely helped my body adapt to it." There was a harsh edge to his voice now, hardened by his cruel past.

Lifting his hand, he traced his fingers across my cheek gently before leaning in once more. I didn't say anything and instead, I kissed him. There was something painful about knowing what Nicholas had gone through, by the hands of his own father and he was still going through it. Without anybody, without anyone, all alone.

His lips were firm against mine. The taste of him was intoxicating. I could feel his heart pounding against his chest, matching with the rhythm of my own. We pulled apart when the need for air grew to strong. My forehead rested against his, our breaths mingling as we finished the shower and headed back out.

Our moment broken.

I heard chatter from the outside while changing into a fresh pair of clothes. Most of the girls had woken. The sun was rising to it's peak. Another day. I turned my head away from the window and buttoned up my shirt while water dripped from some of the strands of my hair.

"Will I go into heat?" I questioned Nicholas as he paced around the room, a phone in his hand and a worried mind.

Stopping, he turned around and furrowed his brows. "What?"

"Heat? I shifted. Almost two weeks ago—more than that. I should be in heat, shouldn't I?" I asked him as it grew confusing. "It supposed to make me feel different. More—" I hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "Desiring?"

His eyes widened slightly at the question. He paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "I don't think so it's immediate. It could take some time."

Could it?

Instead of further assuming, I nodded and simply let that set in. There couldn't be any reason. After changing clothes, I heard a knock on the door and found Sheryl outside.

"Maybe we could discuss a little about how the walls are thin in this house." She said, leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest.

I turned to Nicholas, who turned the other way. "I've to go," he cleared his throat and walked past me. "To get an update."

There were several girls outside, chattering among themselves and casting curious glances at him. The chatter ceased for a moment as Nicholas made his way down the hallway, their eyes following him until he disappeared from sight. I straightened my posture and turned my attention back to Sheryl.

"I need something from you. Now." I said, inviting her inside my room.

Once Sheryl was inside, I closed the door and locked it before turning to her. There was no one in this house that I wanted to hear what I was going to tell her. It may have not crossed Nicholas' mind, but it surely did mine.

"When do you into heat after your first shift? And what does it feel like? I want you to tell me in detail." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sheryl looked taken aback, her eyebrows arched in surprise. "Well," she started, crossing her arms over her chest again. "The timing varies. It's usually a week after the first few shifts. The girl's go into heat at very young age, especially the ones who shift earlier then the others."

I listened intently, my heart beat at an erratic pace. "And what does it feel like?" I wanted to be confirmed whether I had already been in heat or not.

Nicholas wasn't much of help there. How could he even know anything about heat? Male wolves didn't go into one, but they usually could sense if a female was in heat. That was all I knew it about, all that my mother had told me and all that I had learned through the years.

"It's like—an overwhelming need, all consuming. You'll be more sensitive. Your wolf will be more needy, to be bred. It can be intense, and it lasts for a few days to a week. The only way those emotions settle is after a good night of fucking." She abruptly finished.

I blinked, my mind reeling. I thought of everything that had been happening in the past few days. While I was needy, I wouldn't tell it was heat. It didn't feel like that. But how could I be sure?

"So, if I haven't experienced that, does it mean I haven't gone into heat?"

She shrugged in response, "It's possible. Every werewolf is different. It might take longer for someone to experience their first heat after the shift."

"But if I have, and I've suppressed it somehow, without realizing?"

"That's not possible. The need, the desire, it's too strong. It's primal. It's nothing something you can ignore or suppress. When you do go into heat, you'll feel it, all of it and you'll know when it happens."

"And if—Nicholas would have known, right?" I questioned further, my cheeks flushing at the thought.

"If he was near you, yes. A male werewolf would sense it. They'd be drawn to it," She explained and then gave me a curious glance. "Why are you worried, April? It's natural, and I assume you'll surely enjoy it."

Of course.

Of course I would.

I bit the inside of my cheek and looked at her. "But what if I don't go into heat? Like ever?" It had been weeks, yet I didn't feel anything one was supposed to feel while in heat.

What if I could never? Or what if—

Her laughter faded, leaving a chilling silence behind. "Every female wolf who has shifted goes into heat, at least four times a year. Unless of course, she hasn't shifted, or if she has already been bred," Sheryl paused, giving me a stare. Her face became unsettling. "You aren't pregnant, are you?"

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