Ghost had been in the gym, watching his little Wraith play with the hand weights while he did his early morning workout routine.

It was faint at first, a sickly sweet smell that caused him to pause halfway through his reps. Eyes scanning the gym curiously, but saw no one.

Moments later, the scent had become overwhelming. Ghost's head snaps over, eyes landing on his Wraithling.

Their small frame trembling, wisps of black smoke slipping from their lips. The fabric of their shorts soaked clean through. A honey thick liquid dripping down their thighs, the sickly sweet scent pouring off them in waves.

They had started their first heat.