Thirty-Eight

"Jayk," my brother is sitting on the edge of the diving board smoking. He glances back at me but doesn't say a word. "I can give her some of your clothes. Just so she has the comfort of an alpha in her nest," 

"What is that?" he asks. "I don't know anything about her kind other than how good they smell," 

"Well," I say and sit at the edge of the pool. "Females aren't like the males. They're small obviously. Once they're fully matured and shift, they're-" 

"Breedable," he says bitterly. 

"Yeah, but it's more than that. They ovulate like crazy. Their scent is powerful. Unclaimed females like her drive alphas like you insane. It's called a rut. Nothing other than marking and breeding her will matter once she enters her heat. 

"They nest. They need to be kept warm and calm. When the full moon hits she'll be more animal than person. She needs attention and for her mate to be around. Without Arthur, she can go into the early