Caelen POVThe meeting started at two o'clock on Friday, as always. I had checked my calendar that morning for the third time this week, counting days with increasing anxiety. My heat was not due for another two weeks. Fourteen days. I had planned everything around it, suppressants ready, days off already requested, the conversation with Aldric already scheduled for next Monday to discuss contingencies.Except my body apparently had different plans.Rachel stood at the front of the conference room, walking us through next week's campaign priorities, while eight of us sat around the table, laptops open and coffee going cold.I was only half listening.Not because the meeting was boring, but because something felt wrong. Had felt wrong since lunch, actually. A restlessness I could not name, like my skin no longer fit right.This had happened before, stress throwing off my cycle. When my father died, I went into heat three weeks early. When my mother collapsed, my suppressants barely wor
最終更新日 : 2026-02-04
