Nine

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I sat in a cell in the police station. Derek was in the cell to right. Peter in the cell to my left.
I took out my claws and dragged them across the floor. I heard both the boys groan.
"Will you stop it before I come over there and rip out your throat?" Derek said in an irritated tone.
"I'm not going to stop when I could go into heat at any moment. I want solitary so that way I don't have to be in between you two!" I yelled.
I saw Peter glance over at Derek, who growled.
Just I went to say something else, I screamed and fell back. I gripped my stomach as my body jerked up.
Shit. I was starting my heat and I was between two men who will go crazy trying to get to me.

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