Oh, fantastic! Nash and Ace are standing dead center in the courtyard like they own the entire damn school. Which, to be fair, they kind of do. The NAY boys always look like they walk out of a "how to be intimidatingly handsome and emotionally unavailable" tutorial.
Ace is leaning against a bench, arms crossed, chewing gum like he is auditioning for Coolest Jerk Alive. Nash stands stiff, talking low with him, brows furrowed in that tense, brooding way that makes Isolde's stomach flutter minutes before she realizes he is apparently allergic to respecting women.
Nash's dark hair falls over his forehead the way it always does when he is irritated. He keeps pushing it back, only for it to fall again. Isolde's stomach drops seeing him like that. Her wolf shifts uneasily inside her.
The boys are talking in low, serious voices. Their heads are bent together too. Whatever they are discussing, it isn't some casual morning bro chat.
