Tristan POV
The doctor leaves the room, and Mason and I are both speechless. Mason is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room with Rowena in his arms. He is struggling to hold onto her as she rubs her body against him. Every time he shifts her in his arms, she moans loudly.
I want to be angry, but I know Rowena cannot control herself right now. She needs to feel the touch of her mate in order to soothe the fire that is raging within her.
It is rare for she-wolves to go into heat these days. Normally, as soon as someone finds their mate, they are marked or rejected pretty quickly. But Rowena has sensed me as her mate for quite some time now and still isn't marked. Her body is craving the mark of her mate.
"What are we going to do?" Mason wants to know.