Soft, urgent whispering propelled Ammy into waking. She sat up, groaning at the fire in her veins and the aching of her muscles, her head full of cotton. She drew in deep breaths, closing her eyes and trying with all of her will to clear her mind and concentrate. Her instincts were screaming at her to be alert, watchful but her heat was begging her body to submit, lay still and let hee pheromones draw an alpha to her.

The voices were growing louder and Ammy opened his eyes, looking around in slow confusion. Movement outside the small, barred window, high near the ceiling had her instantly aware. She rocked...