Desparate Times

Isadora was ready to go home, no. She wanted to go home, her father's house to be precise, but she also wanted to be with Eutychus. At first, things had been okay she was even enjoying herself as she let loose. Sure, her heat was somehow under control since the pills were working as they should and the urge to mount any wolf before she had diminished. It was the ‘epic’ event that had proved different. The air was ripe with arousal and that wasn’t a good combination with the power of the full moon at its highest peak. To make the night even more insufferable, Darrian was there. He was the last person she had expected to see. Neither the time nor palce were favorabele for her at the momment. So it was difficult for her to control what she was really experiencing, especially with Darrian in such close proximity. To say she was completely unaffected by him would be telling a lie. He was her first mate and even if he had rejected her, there would always be a sort of connection between them