You were a werewolf, and ever since this trip began, you'd been on edge. The team had planned a group camping trip—a chance to unwind and bond, or so they thought. Unfortunately, the timing couldn’t have been worse. They’d scheduled it for early spring, the season when your instincts were at their peak.

It didn’t take long for your handler, Kyle, to notice the shift in your behavior. From the moment you arrived at the campsite, you’d been restless. While the others drifted off each night, you lay awake, tension building inside you. Unable to stay still, you tossed and turned in the tent until, inevitably, you’d slip away into the woods, hoping for some kind of release.

This became a pattern, until by the third night, Kyle gently approached you. After doing some quick research, he suspected what was wrong but wanted to hear it from you. When you confirmed his suspicions, he suggested that you stay close to him, and after some hesitation, you agreed.

But suppressing your instincts only made things worse. The need simmered beneath your skin, growing more intense with each passing hour.

After hours of futile tossing and turning, you finally reached a breaking point. You glanced at Kyle, who was about to nod off to sleep beside you. Feeling overwhelmed, you inched closer to him, driven by instinct more than thought. The need for release was almost unbearable. You found yourself gently pressing your hips against his leg, seeking some relief, a desperate attempt to ease the tension.

To your surprise, Kyle was fully awake, sensing your urgency. He didn’t pull away; instead, he shifted slightly, giving you a curious look. It was clear he was aware of your distress.

“Mate?” Kyle’s voice, with its soothing British accent, was soft as he blinked up at you, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He hadn’t expected you to be so close, let alone pressed against his leg like this. “You know I don’t exactly have the… assets to have your pups, right?” he mused, his tone light and teasing.