Two weeks later, Irene fully recovered.
For an Omega, her wolf seemed strong and was able to heal her quickly and she was back on her feet in no time.
This time, Elena did not complain about how nosey she was, she now enjoyed Irene's presence so much. It was as if there was some kind of energy shift as Elena suddenly began looking forward to meeting Irene every day. Plus, Irene somehow always had good stories to tell. She never stopped talking.
Elena had not noticed it before, but Irene had great energy—almost like a fae, the kind of vibrant liveliness that made the air around her feel enchanted.
Elena had never met a fae before but she had read about them and thought Irene exhibited such character.
