Chapter .58.

Strange how we decorate pain -Margarete Atwood * * * "You're overworking yourself again." I smile at Orion as he approaches the table, he leans forward, kissing the top of my head. I look up to see that he is not staring at me but the window looking outside. The sounds are all mixed together. Laughter can be heard. Rex told me last week that it had been a while that such a noise could be heard within this pack. Thank you, Soraya. "I'm fine." Orion turns back to smile at me. I reach for the plate of eggs, spooning them onto my plate. "How is the school coming?" Orion is silent. It's a long enough pause to make me look up to see him. He is still staring out the window. I smile. "Orion." He turns to me, eyes half dazed as if he had been pulled out of a trance. "Mmmh?" "Do