A week has passed since that first fateful night with Clayton, and the haze of my heat is finally fading.

    Clayton rarely left my side, and every time I think of him, I blush. To go from a virgin with almost no experience to so many memories of his naked body over mine, his large hands rough on my skin, and the near-violent collision of our passion, over and over again...?

    It''s like a different world.

    I can''t help looking at men a little differently, with a little bit more suspicion. If someone as polite and gentlemanly as Clayton can have that side of him, aren''t they all just brutal beasts in bed?

    Well, your heat experience is a little unique, Selene says dryly.

    Clayton''s back with his pack today, doing alpha-things, I think. I''m not sure. He was gone when I woke up.@@@@

    The nurses haven''t discharged me yet, saying they just want to make sure I''m okay. I''m more than okay. I feel strong and refreshed. Even some of the scars all over my neck from failed claiming marks—so many failed attempts, because heat-Ava apparently really likes when he tries—are slowly fading from the first night.

    They''ll be gone in another week, Selene agrees.

    It looks brutal, like I''ve been attacked by a wild animal. In a way, I guess I was—Clayton wasn''t in his right mind, either—but claiming marks by nature have always healed quickly.

    The scars usually stay, though.

    Now that I can feel my heat is done, I feel embarrassed and guilty more than anything. I''m sure it must be awkward for Clayton, as well.

    I''ll be able to see you soon, I tell Selene, who gives a little rumble of excitement. She''s been hanging out near the hospital, frustrated because she can''t get to me. She can—apparently?—scale the building to my window, but could never come in because of Clayton.

    But still.

    The door to my hospital room suddenly swings open, and a woman strides in with an air of confidence. She has the same striking green eyes as Clayton, her chestnut hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail.

    "You must be Ava," she says, giving me a warm smile. "I''m Ivy, Clayton''s sister. It''s a pleasure to meet you."

    I move to stand as Ivy enters, but she waves a hand dismissively. "No need to get up. Rest, you''ve been through an ordeal."

    I sink back onto the bed, a little self-conscious under her scrutinizing gaze. It''s like she''s checking to see if I''m worthy of her brother.

    Which I''m not. I can tell her that any day of the week. Clayton''s an accomplished alpha with a pack who reveres him. I''m a pack defect who ran away. I''m not about to try to get any favors from Clayton; I just want to disappear quietly.

    I resist the urge to squirm or cover myself with the thin hospital blanket as she continues to assess me.

    "It''s nice to meet you too," I say, extending my hand. Ivy grasps it firmly, her grip surprisingly strong and her palms and fingers callused.

    Our handshake is brief but allows her to lean in close, nostrils flaring slightly as she gets a subtle whiff of my scent. I hold myself still, fighting the instinct to pull back or bare my neck in submission. This woman may be Clayton''s sister, but her dominant energy makes me wary.

    "So you''re the mysterious omega who has my brother all worked up," Ivy murmurs, her tone light but her green eyes glittering with sharp intelligence. "I can''t say I blame him. Your scent is quite... enticing."

    I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Is she flirting with me? Or just making an observation? Is she disapproving of how he fell into bed with me? It''s not like I tried to have that happen.

    "I didn''t mean to cause any trouble," I say carefully. "It was never my intention to, um, entice anyone."

    Ivy arches one elegant brow. "Of course not. True omegas can''t help their allure, it''s simply part of their nature." Her gaze drifts down to the fading marks on my neck, and she clicks her tongue, muttering under her breath, "Although it seems my brother struggled to keep his wolf in check around you."