The omega wolf, Gojo Satoru, paced back and forth in the small cabin, the heat of his body suddenly shooting up. He had forgotten his heat suppressants, leaving him vulnerable to the effects of his rut. His skin was flushed pink and his breathing ragged as his instincts went into overdrive.

He tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down but it was useless as the urges only grew stronger. Gojo could feel the heat pooling in low in his stomach and it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else. He was both frightened and excited, unsure how to deal with the intense sensations coursing through his body.