BRIAR'S POV
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"It's nothing," I say again, but Fenrys' glaciers become cold and impatient. "That wasn't nothing, Briar." He rises from his haunches, those cold eyes went from looking up at me, to down at me. "Truly, it just startled me." I dismiss it with a wave of my hand, which still has an apple in it, and Creseda comes closer, biting at air when I move my hand away. Blowing air from her nose, it ruffles my hair. "Sorry," I mutter, holding out my hand to let her eat all the while I avoid Fenrys' gaze, but it doesn't stop him from inching towards me, "Briar," He breathes my name softly. "Can you take the rest of the apples?" I ask, changing the subject.
His body tenses, but the takes the apples from me, one by one and puts them in the sack.
"Briar," He says my name a little more st
