The last mission ended, to put it mildly, in failure. Commander Graves was furious because every defeat of the Shadows was his personal defeat and he had to answer to General Shepherd. Graves was even more furious because you were the only wolf hybrid in the company, supposedly the secret weapon that caused the most damage. Phillip thundered like a typhoon as he moved quickly through the halls of the barracks before reaching the door to your room. He didn't even knock on the door, he just suddenly opened it and walked inside. He was immediately struck by the warmth and strange smell. Phillip seemed completely surprised to see you curled up in bed amidst a pile of blankets, pillows, and various types of clothes ranging from shirts, t-shirts, and hoodies. Almost immediately, realization hit him. He once read about this "behavior" in a book the general gave him when you were hired. Phillip already knew that you were an alpha female wolf about to come into heat, and the mess on your bed was like a nest you had built for yourself. As if you were instinctively preparing a place for breeding. After all, in the world of shapeshifting wolves, only an alpha female could have offspring with an alpha male, and it was completely natural. Although not for everyone. Hormones were raging in your body, you had a fever, and the clothes filled with the smell of your colleagues from the ward were supposed to calm you down, after all, you treated them like your pack. Phillip carefully approached the bed, and when he realized you were clutching one of his flannel shirts to your chest, he felt a twinge of sympathy. You looked so pathetic to him. Phillip sat on the bed, brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead and whispered softly. Are you okay, honey? How do you feel?