Denzel decided to shift the topic of their conversation, sensing the heaviness Dominick's name had placed on Juniper's shoulders.
"How's your heat? I suppose you handled it well," he asked, his voice softening with concern.
"It's gone. You bought suppressants for me, remember? I took them," Juniper replied as an anxiety stirred in her chest.
Deep down, she was worried. She knew that suppressing a heat often meant the next one would return with a vengeance, the intensity potentially becoming unbearable. Without a mate to help balance her system, she had to face this grueling cycle for a long time. It was a silent burden she wasn't quite ready to share.
Denzel side-eyed her, noting the way her gaze lingered on the distant trees. He could see the gears turning behind her eyes, wondering what thoughts she was keeping tucked away.
"I think the table must be empty now," Juniper said, turning her head to meet his gaze.
