The question surprised him, and his eyebrows shot up of their own volition. Rapid calculations occurred in his head, before realizing with some amount of horror that he must have been here at least a month now. His eyes closed from the sense of despair that washed over him. What did he care about his rut? In two weeks or less, he’d lose any connection to Granger. The one-way bond between them was already weak. He imagined the bite on her neck had faded next to nothing. 