Lost Creek Hollow baby please come home.

*disappoints the masses* Awwwwwh no who's the daddy games for the Ostrega babies lol

Maybe it was the sensation of having him climb onto her.  Maybe it was the feeling of his hips rocking against hers.  Or maybe it was scent of heat between them - probably the latter as it was that word that resonated in her mind just as she braced herself for him.  Heat.

With a sudden growl, Harlyn snapped at the arm he had placed against her side and pulled away.  She hurried forward a few steps until there was a few feet of distance between them, at which point she whirled to face him.  Breathless, she fixed him with a shocked stare, though she was clueless as to what it was that shocked her the most.  Their behavior or the fact that she was coming into her heat and she hadn't even realized it until it was nearly too late.

"You don't want me as your mate," Harlyn said finally.  It was partly a statement, but also somewhat of a question.  They were friends.  Only friends.  What had just happened would seem to suggest otherwise, but... No, she couldn't analyze yet.  She just needed to know if what was happening was because he wanted her to belong to him.  As much as she and Mordecai played at it, she was yet an unmated woman.  She wanted Mordecai to step up to that spot, and now that her heat was upon her, he would have to or he would lose her.  But what happened if he didn't?  The white wolf before her was her best friend.. But would he be more if Mordecai wouldn't?  Did she want him to be?