Chapter 45

Xander stalled our departure to Perch for a few days and kept the Lycan pack away from me as best he could until my heat was over.

To humans, going into heat made no difference in how they reacted toward me. Their sense of smell could not detect anything. But to other shifters, it was a recipe for disaster. It was hard for Xander to be in my presence without ravishing me—which he frequently did, unable to control himself. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like for the others should they have smelled me.

From what Xander explained, shifter folks went in heat once a year, and they would leave the pack with their mates, should they have had one, and return after four or five days once it had passed. Having the anatomy of a human, I had no such luck as it came monthly, like any typical human.

This made me wonder what shifters did when they lived in a human village to find work outside their packs.

Xander tried to stay away as much as he could, but I hated being alone in this f