IRIS
I wanted to tell Ronan the truth. The words were there, sitting on my tongue but every time I wanted to speak, the words stuck at my throat. How could I explain that my stupid, desperate act had triggered his rut and left the pack vulnerable? I wanted to explain that I hadn't known that was Mary’s plan. I just been so blinded by jealousy, that I had done something unforgivable. But how could I? How could I look at him, his eyes full of grief and tell him that I was the reason he hadn't been there? That his rut and the five days we had spent together while his pack was attacked and his parents were murdered was all my fault?
He will hate us, Zorya said. When he knows the truth, he will hate us.
I know. I replied. I couldn't tell him.
“Iris.” Ronan called and I hadn’t even realize
