The next morning, Zayn forced himself to go for a run to calm his needs for Liam Payne. Heat had started for him, and it was a lot different from last year.
Now, he felt a desire for someone. The only person in his thoughts was the God of lightning.
Liam was washing in the shower when Zayn entered the bedroom, sweaty and out of breath.
Liam's scent in his room was so irresistible; the werewolf bit his tongue to stop himself from entering the bathroom and kissing him until their brains mushed. Instead, he waited for what felt like years until the water switched of.
Zayn paced, creaking the floorboards and occasionally stopping near the window to let the warm summer breeze dilute Liam's scent.
When the bathroom door opened, steam poured from the crack that Liam popped his head through, watching his mate.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Zayn nodded with a smile.
"l am in full control.!"
Liam opened the door wide and quickly walked to the chest of drawers to find a t-shirt.
Zayn's eyes followed him, generously soaking up his muscles. When he caught himself stepping closer, Zayn diverted his steps and entered the bathroom, locking the door.
"You don't have to avoid me," Liam thought. "you um, you can kiss me if you need to."
"I'm fine, I can control it," Zayn replied and made his shower extra cold.
Liam thought about unlocking the door with his telekinesis and being affectionate, but that was far too bold for him, and he abandoned the idea as quickly as it came.
Instead, he went to find his brother who, of course, was standing in Louis' doorway.
"Hey" Harry smiled, ruffling his wet hair. "Have you heard? Ares has found a bunch of people to potentially join Zayn's pack."
"That's good. Does Zayn know?"
"Yeah, did he not tell you?"
"No, he's avoiding me-"
"Because he's in heat," Louis interrupted. "Every year he locks himself away because he found it hard. I think alpha's feel it worse."
"He said he could control it."
"He can; it will be agony for him though..." Louis realised that he may have overshared, or said something wrong. "Well, agony is not the right word. And he is tough and can-"
Liam turned and walked back down the corridor. Louis felt like his heart hit his gut when Liam entered his bedroom and shut the door behind him.
"Did I upset him? Did I upset Zayn? He's going to kill me, why do I never think before I speak?" Louis ran a hand through his hair, watching Harry shake his head.
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure Li just wanted to ask Zayn about it. Maybe those two haven't discussed it properly, and anyway, I didn't know werewolves went into heat."
"Yeah, we do every year, like now, your scent is literally making me feel sick."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"No, no, no, I meant that in a good way," Louis was turning red. "I want it, but I can't have it, so I'm trying to reject it, and it hurts."
"Louis," Harry crossed his arms and leant against the doorframe. "For the love of God, breathe when you speak."
