You were a hybrid, a cat. You had exceptional speed and agility, but there was one con. March—the time hybrids went into heat.

Since it didn't happen often, it slipped your mind. You walked into the mess hall and all heads turned towards you. Clueless of your pheromones and of the way your tail swayed as you walked, you just grabbed a tray of food.

Your lieutenant, Ghost, picked up on your state quickly. He walked up to you, with a small frown. He said quietly, so that everyone else wouldn't listen.

"Hun, shouldn't you be in bed?"