You pant through your incoming heat. The doctors had left you alone in a sterilized room with a nice nest in the corner and a bed in the middle. You chose the nest, swaddled up in thick and heated blankets. You had snatched up an emotional support animal too whilst you wait for the alpha who is supposed to care for you this whole week of your heat cycle.

There's a knock at your door. You're too far into your heat to think of getting up, and Sevika gently opens the door to peek inside. You blearily stare at her as she approaches; an addicting mix of cigarette and wood fills the room. She crouches near your nest, not touching it. The doctors had warned her of your history of biting.