THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM (3)

"Are you sure, you are okay?" Cane narrowed his eyes, his gaze was intense on his mate, because she had been acting off recently. Her emotion was erratic and it happened often. 

"I am fine," Iris grinned, she tiptoed and pulled his clothes to bend his body, so she could kiss his cheek. She was being affectionate more in public, something that used to make her face turned very red. 

Cane stared at her, deep in thought, as he wrapped his arm around her waist, barely grazed her belly. 

"Let's go back to the pack house. Don't roam around." 

"But, I am not alone," Iris protested. 

"Still."

Meanwhile, Celia was chatting with Eron and Dyne, she told him that she bought something sweet for Joel. The girl had grown fond of the young warrior, seeing him as her big brother, as she missed him often.