With a heavy sigh, Zale watched from a safe distance as Frank followed his orders. His eyes trailed over Soren's flushed face, his lips struggling to pant for air as tears of agony streamed down his cheeks. The cold sweat glistened on his neck as he arched his back in pain, his fists tightly gripping the black covers as if he was trying to escape from within them.
Frank took a moment to examine Soren before turning to Zale with wide, confused eyes. "Is he experiencing a heat cycle?" he implored, searching for an explanation.
Zale felt his soul leave his body as he froze on the spot, unable to answer or comprehend what was happening. He could only watch in silence as Soren continued to writhe and struggle against the bed in a desperate attempt to alleviate his suffering. It was a sight that left Zale feeling helpless and overwhelmed with emotions.
"Is that a question, or are you certain?" Zale exclaimed, his gaze shifting to Frank and Soren.
