The Lullaby of Wolfbane
Melody’s voice is steady, the voice of a doctor who refuses to let shame into the room.
“If you recognize your fated mate,” she says, “your body may react quickly. Heat can start within hours. Sometimes sooner. You may feel flushed, restless, painful sensitivity, overwhelming scent attraction, and impaired judgment.”
My cheeks heat, but I force myself to keep eye contact.
Melody continues, matter of fact. “If that happens, we move you to a heat cabin. Private. Secured. Designed for safety, not spectacle.”
Tessa whispers, “Heat cabin?”
Melody nods. “They’re used for royals and high risk cases. Thick walls, scent control, guards posted outside, medical staff on call. If a mate bond is present,
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