Nathaly's POV
I was famelic after the run. Turns out Cerila had taken the liberty to run for more than three hours straight, leaving both of us with barely enough time to eat. So I had to make a run for the delicious pasta Marie had prepared for me. So I completely ignored the amused looks I was getting all over the packhouse, along with the murderous glance that my mate had on him because of the attention I was getting, little did he know he was getting the same reaction for himself because we were both covered in leaves and dirt. I can just imagine the picture we were making while I ran for food and he followed me, that is until I looked at my reflection in the mirror that was placed just in the entrance of the dinning hall, and that made me stop right on my tracks. I looked like I had
