Omega Bound
I drag the scent of jasmine that fills my office, it burns all the way down, like I'm inhaling fire, heat fills my body most the south part especially.
The heat is spreading, my muscles tighten, my heartbeat is kicking harder, faster and faster, the lighting in my office starts blaring, bleeding into the edges of my vision as red fills them.
Three years of this hell. Since the year he left, my ruts stopped being biological cycles. They are no longer manageable, more temporary, and unpredictable now.
Fenrir doesn't want release. He wants him, his scent, a ghost with jasmine on his skin. “Find him.” The voice of Femir slams through my skull, raw and feral.