Iris POV
Having a friend or anything close to a friend was a shock to me. Why would anyone in her right senses want to be friends with a girl who was despised and hated by everyone? It didn’t sum up.
There were tons of girls my age, why me? What was special about me that she’d go through the struggle to coming over here to see me? And if the flowers were really a gift from the Alpha, why would she hand it over to me so easily?
I had a million and one questions but after a while of wondering and asking myself several questions, I decided to let it go and I concluded that I was just being over dramatic and was overthinking the whole thing.
Maybe she was just trying to be nice.
I looked at the flowers and took another sniff. It was sharp and repugnant.
Out of all the beautiful flowe
