ASHER
The pills worked for exactly six days. Six days of relief, six days where my scent stayed stable, six days where I could almost pretend everything was normal and then they failed.
I was sitting in Advanced Combat Theory when it started. One moment I was taking notes on pack dynamics. The next, heat was flooding through my system like a wildfire, fast and merciless and completely indifferent to the fact that I was sitting in a room full of Aphas.
My pen slipped from my fingers and I gripped the edge of my desk tightly. I pressed my back straight against the chair and told myself it was nothing, told myself the pills were still holding, told myself to keep writing but the heat didn't care what I told myself.
