ORIEN'S POV"No I... I think I must have twisted it the wrong way when he came at me."How dare he?“Show me your leg.”Tentatively, she raises her right leg to place it on top of the other, however when I look at it I don't see any wound or bruise.My confuse gaze meets hers when I look up, and I find her blushing."It's... on my... thigh." She says the part with a squeak in her voice.If it weren't for the fact that she's injured right now, I would have smiled at her shyness, and maybe... tease her lightly.However I instead ask, gesturing at her leg, "May I?"Hopefully that would make her more comfortable so I could see her bad her injury is.She nods, and I reach my hands out, lifting the fabric of her robe up gently.The bruise greets my eyesight is climbing out of her thigh in blues and storm- violet, and although I search for the shape of a knee or hand, I see nothing."I think you twisted your thigh muscle the wrong way, roughly."Even as I say this, my jaw is ticking in anger
ORIEN'S POVI find her by the trees, half in the mist and entirely too far from me.... And the first thing I notice other than her, is the blood on her fingers. However it's not hers, it's Cormac’s, and the scent coils up my nose so strongly I have to exhale twice to keep my wolf from howling. “You were supposed to be in bed,” I say, walking towards her, and even as I do I hear how odd my voice sounds with all the rage buried under it.“I needed air,” she tells me, trying her best to act like she's okay, but the tremble in her legs give her away.Fine, forget the trembling, Cormac's scent on her is enough yo let me know that she got more than just air.Instantly I close the distance between us and scoop her up, ignoring the jolt I feel when my skin makes contact with her.... and in response she grabs the nape of my coat."I can walk.""Of course you can, you walked away from us in the first place."At my words she starts to protest even more, squirming in my hands."Put me down."
IRYN'S POV Mist drapes the trees in tiny, silver gauze while the moon sinks low in the sky, leaving only a thin show of evening light. A chill drapes over my skin, causing me to pull my robe tighter over my body while I try to ignore the prickle that's at the back of my neck.I'd been walking for a while now, taking in the cool, fresh breeze from outside and for a while didn't think about anything.However with the amount of cold I'm feeling now, I think I've wandered too far.Werewolves are warm blooded creatures, we always feel heat or warmth when a pack members is near.... But I don't feel that now. I should go back.Suddenly I hear a twig snap to my left, and it makes my pulse jump in a scare.“Who’s there?” I ask, my voice coming out tinier than I had intended it to sound.However the only answer I get is silence as no one answers me.Looking around, I take one careful step back toward the trail, ready to head back home, then-------- I see a figure with broad shoulders begi
The stones are cool and dusty against the soles of my feet while I pass the alcove where the old tapestry hangs. For a minute or two, I forget why I came out here in the first place and just stared at the sewn together artwork on the old tapestry that shows the picture of a wolves and hounds and a moon that is set too low. Perhaps however created this was trying to create a hunt scene on a mountain. I intrigued, but then I hear the sounds of fists on leather and the scrape of boots coming from the training yard. Already? They've started sparing already? They sure are fast, I think. ... Or maybe I've been staring at the tapestry for too long. And so I tear my eyes away from the tapestry, tilt my head to the side and listen. “Again,” I hear Nyall say, followed by a thud, then a grunt which I think has to be Fenric’s. “Keep your guard up.” “I like mine down,” Orien pants. “It lets surprises in.” “You are the surprise,” Fenric says, wheezing slightly. “Stop talking.” Walk
The moment I say that, his palm settles over my chest, just on top of the swell of my breasts. Instantly, the mate bond arches, as does my back as I leans in toward the heat of his hand.From the corner of my eyes, I see Orien watch his brother’s fingers splay across my chest and an unamused, hungry look passes through his eyes.“This situation is funny you know,” he says casually, getting up to his feet.“I also have hands.”“You also have no patience,” Fenric returns, without looking away from me for a second.“Brothers,” Nyall says in a small sigh, and I notice the edgy note to the small sound he just made.Then he walks to me, takes the cup that's still in both of my hands------ which are resting on my lap------ and sets it aside.... After that, he looks at me, giving me that sort of assessing look like he's debating something in his mind. But...I can't tell what he's thinking about.Without looking down, I ease Fenric’s hand off from my chest, my palm barely covering his knuc
IRYN'S POV I wake to the quiet hush of the late evening breeze coming in through the open window, and the low hum of the bond literally purring like a cat under my ribs.“Easy,” I hear Nyall say when I try to sit up.And so I turn to look at him and see him sitting on a chair by the door in a relaxed posture and holding a open scroll which he was probably reading before I woke up.Now his eyes are on me. “Hi, little moon,” Orien murmurs from the floor beside the bed with his chin resting on his forearm. He’s so close to me now enough that if I reached my hands out, I think I could actually tangle my fingers in his hair. While I keep looking at him, his mouths curves up in a smile and I blush, wondering if he realised what I was thinking about.So I dart my eyes to my laps and sit up fully on the bed, and after a few seconds, my eyes go to him again to him again to see him still looking at me and still smiling.Again I look away, more quickly this time and in the process see Fenri