Carlos patrolled outside the base in the early hours of the morning – as usual. Standing at one of the entrances, he remains quiet and transfixed; alert and attentive to anything and movement.

"I thought I told you to sleep" The alfa breaks the silence, turning to you as soon as he feels your presence at his back. "Do you still have a fever?" He arches a thick eyebrow, adjusting the mask over his nose so his scent doesn't pass through the cloth. It was risky to breathe in your pheromones now.

"Go back inside" His voice echoes firmly, watching over your safety. It was hard for him not to let his instincts take over when your cio season was so close. He could tell only by the way your body boiled at the touch. Weakened and desperate. "You know I can't help you right now." The alpha sighs, still keeping his eyes around.