LOGINIRYN'S POV “I want to read,” I tell him, which is not a lie, but again, not the whole truth.I tip my head up a bit, slightly nudging his nose in the process, "Do you want to read?"My question seems to have stunned him, because he just blinks at me for several seconds without saying."Orien?" He shakes his head softly, "I'm sorry, your question took me by surprise."That?Why?I blink and rub my bottom lip and upper lip together, my mouth making an O shape as I say, "Oh, I... it's just you don't look like you love to read." As soon as I say that, I deadpan.Did I just... throw an insult at him.My eyes start to lower then, but from the corner of my eyes I see the side of his lip tilt.And so I raise my head to see him giving me a curled smile, showing off his dimples.Wait, dimples?!I didn't know he had those.My eyes begin skimming the surface of his cheeks before I can help myself, and they widen a fraction when I realise that Orien has dimples on both sides of his cheeks.The
IRYN'S POV I skim through the page, my eyes scanning the line as I read what is labelled as lists of leaves and roots.They're not poison exactly, but they're all antidotes for poison, and as I read on, I realise that each one is fit for only certain poisons.... Otherwise, they 'antidote' might end up worsening the effects.I'm fascinated as I read on; there are so many herbs and antidotes in here.I find a leaf that's good for a fever, a tree bark that's good for forest rat bites and even a herb that's capable of giving female werewolves pink lips if used for a whole year straight.I'm in awe.However, when I'm done reading the chapter on COUNTER POISONS, I don't see anything that's an antidote or counter poison for Rose hip blend tea.Does this mean that the tea wasn't poisonous after all?My fingers dig deeper into the open pages of the book absently, and eyes dart around before looking back down at the book again.I'm still wondering were else to search or if I should just... fo
IRYN'S POV A while later, Nyall led me out of the fountain.Actually he wanted to escort me to the quarters, but I told him I wanted to check out the pack's library.So... he took me there, and I had to mumble an apology when I... told him I wanted to read---- I mean research alone.I expected him to be angry or something, but he just nodded and even... patted the back of my head softly.I bite my bottom lip, and raise my left hand to tentatively touch the back of my head in memory of it.Bringing my hand back down to my side, I let out a sigh, my shoulders dropping a bit.I actually wanted Nyall to be here, but there's something I have to check, and I have a feeling none of my mates would be happy when they see me reading it.Right now I'm in the library at one of the far corners, completely surrounded by several bookshelves.... And looking up, I marvel at the sight of them.You see, it's not like Omegas weren't allowed to visit the pack's library and read any books of the choices,
IRYN'S POV“No,” He answers almost quickly.Then he turns his gaze to look at the hedges ahead of us.“At Orien and at myself,” he continues.I don’t say anything for a while, and my mind races to figure out what he's talking about.But I don't, so finally I ask, “For what?” “For the way he kissed you,” he explains. “And for the way I resulted to violence.”My mouth falls open.That's what he's talking about??But that's been days ago!!However when I glance at him, I find him working his jaw.He's really... thinking about this.Not entirely sure on what to do, my lips press into a thin line, and I tentatively reach to touch his arm softly.And he raises his gaze to glance up at me.“You did stop,” I remind him, my voice going soft. “... Eventually,” I add, darting my gaze sideways before looking up at him again.
IRYN'S POV"What have you been up to all morning?" Nyall asks suddenly.“I needed… something to do,” I tell him honestly, and he nods in response.“You’re allowed to need that.”Surprisingly I let out a light hearted scoff, “Try telling that to Fenric.”"Oh?" He mutters in question, raising his eyebrows at me."And what makes you say that?" A small smile scrapes out of me then, and I tilt my head up a bit more. “He gave me a training session.”“I know,” Nyall informs me, causing me to part my lips and stare at him with a shocked look on his face.“How?”“Your scent is one of cedar oil and sawdust, along with the... familiar scent of one of Fenric's knives."He pauses then, and a little bit of a frown comes up on his face, "Iryn, I hope Fenric didn't give you a real knife."A real knife?My eyebrows dip down a bit as I answer, "No... he didn't. He gave me a wooden knife."Hearing this, Nyall lets out a small sigh, and I can't help but wonder...What would have been his reaction if Fe
IRYN'S POVHis words leave me puzzled, and I'm at a loss of what to say."It's... normal."At my words, his eyebrows go into a deep dive, so I say;"I always go barefeet."Nyall's lips part of then, and he looks as if he wants to say something but then... he doesn't.He's silent for a long while, and when I look closely at him, he seems to be deep in thoughts, his jaw working at a slow pace as he does.Why does he look... bothered.He's still staring at me without saying anything, so I look away.Why is he staring at me like that? What is he think about?I want to ask him, but I'm not sure it's okay to ask him what his private thoughts are.But still... I can't bare his silence, I love hearing his voice; it's a rich octave.“Why are you really here, Nyall?” I ask to finally break the silence, but immediately the words leave my lips I slap myself mentally.What kind of question is that?I mean, even my wolf is shaking her head in disappointment at me.... And I bite my lip hard.Howev







