LOGINIRYN'S POV “Wider."His voice breathes in my ear while one of his hands snakes up to touch my shoulders, the other remaining on my I gulp.At this point I couldn't even understand what he was talking about.His scent------ wild pine------ crashes, over me, wrapping around me so much that I think I can taste it.I'm suddenly so aware of his touch on me, and it leaves this tingling feeling all over my body.It's a sweet feeling, but then it's causing me an ache; the feeling is so small.I want more.Breathing deeper, I lean backwards to burrow myself against his strong back, but the hand on my shoulder twitches and the grip there tightens, stopping me from moving back an inch.Puzzled and almost at the point of whining, I lean my head backwards and tilt it up to look at him.However Fenric doesn't say anything and just stares down at me, blinking only slightly.There's not much of a visible reaction from him------ which is new----- so... My lips part to ask him why he's staring at me
IRYN'S POV Fenric is standing in front of me now, and he's stripped to a plain black shirt, with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and his dark hair tied back at his nape. Now that I'm looking at him from a little distance, I can see that there are two knives hang at his hips and honestly he looks... like a problem.“Come now,” he says, but the corner of his mouth twitches, letting out a small smile.“I'm not sure whether I should,” I tell him honestly, stopping just three paces away from him. “You said you'll show me some training."His brows raises at this, "Yes, to help with your boredom."My own brows furrow. "You didn’t specify what kind.”He tips his head at the rack behind him. “It's combat training. We'll be using blades.""But I don't know how to fight.""That's why I'm teaching you."I stare blankly at him at that, and after a few seconds, he lets out a whoosh of breath, and runs his hand through his hair, causing his front hair to fall drooping over his eyes."It's for yo
IRYN'S POV It's been days after Orien and Nyall's fight, now my bond with my three mates has become more... complicated. Fenric’s aggression has increased, Nyall’s becomes possessive, and Orien... well...Orien's more flirty, although my wolf tells me that seductive is the right word to use. As for me I... I've been... idle.I'm not proud of it but I can't exactly do anything about it because neither of my mates would let me do anything.I tried voicing my opinion but it always ends with them tucking me back into bed.Goddess I can't stay in bed or in that room anymore.My back hurts from laying down all the time; I need... some movement.It's early morning so none of them are around now to stop me from heading out; Orien told me they had to do some pack duties.I wonder if it's boring considering how hard he rolled his eyes when telling me.Surely it can't be as boring as staying in the same room for over two weeks straight.I sigh; it's been that long already since I came here.
NYALL'S POVFenric was right, Orien is being selfish.I rub my thumb across my knuckles, trying to ease the pain Orien had punched in there.I heal fast so there shouldn't be any visible bruise by now, but it still hurts.What the hell is wrong with him?If he doesn't care about what I and Fenric feel in this bond, then he should think about our mate.How could he try to mark her first, that too while she was injured?I'm furious as hell, and I absolutely want to go back and punch again, then beat him to pulp this time. Perhaps then it would put some sense in him.Heaving, I stop walking and put my palm flat against a pine tree.It's bark bites at my skin, but I don't pull away, instead I press harder.Perhaps the pain will cool my anger.The amount of rage I'm feeling now is so much and totally unlike me.Iryn stirs me a lot; everything about her in fact."She doesn't realise how much I care about her," I mutter to myself, leaning my head down to rest on the back of my palm that's r
FENRIC'S POVI remember the way her eyes were not... Omega- soft.Hell they weren't pleading or shy, or confused.They were fixed, and angry.Fuck, that was probably why that Elayne screamed in fear before I pried my lovely mate's fingers off.... And my wolf and I liked that sound.“She pinned a Beta,” I say under my breath. “Easily.”“If I hadn’t reached her,” I tell the empty armoury."she would have killed Elayne.”It stupefies me, and yet it doesn’t. I'm fucking proud my mate is no weak werewolf and I'm not sorry for the Beta at all.But, I'm... afraid.It's a strange feeling for me, but I feel it all the same.Neither I nor Nyall and Orien saw any signs of her strength.What if it's side effect of that witch's spell?And what if it eats her up from inside?Fuck knows I don't want to be admiring a haggard witch's spell while it hurts Iryn.Settling the now sharpened knife down, I scrub both palms over my face and through my hair.“We need to do something about that witch’s spe
FENRIC'S POV “I can't believe I’m being the responsible one now.” Muttering, I look down at the blade in my hands.The fight between my brothers is still on my mind, and I can still smell it in my shirt even after I stripped and washed.I couldn't really stand being near them again and play the calm, good...Urgh, the thought of that alone is disgusting to me.I'm wild, and I like myself that way.It's Nyall's job to be the calm one.Right now I'm in the armory, a place I often come to------ more often than my brothers do.Rows of spears are arranged in a straight line opposite me, while I busy myself with sharpening the knife in my hand with a whetstone.I'm glad that Iryn’s okay, but I smelled Cormac’s back there in the healing room; that means he must have attacked her.I'm not fully sure what happened but I'll ask Orien about it later.How does that bastard always manage to disturb our mate?First it was in her dreams, now it's physically.Worst, the bastard has a very sticky sc







