Kaelen
The scent of horses was heavy. The smell was decidedly edible, his mouth watering automatically before he caught himself.
Which was why the stables were so far from the center of their village.
So no one lost control around the full moon and accidentally ate one.
They were expensive.
“Which one is for Lucia?” He asked, scanning the stalls. Most of the beasts were built for distance and carrying goods rather than speed; stout, round creatures with friendly eyes. Better. Harder for Lucy to get hurt if she fell.
“Shrapnel,” Miren said easily, gesturing to the giant black stallion watching them with wary eyes.
Kaelen cursed under his breath.
Shrapnel. A name born of violence, meant for a beast like this, not something tied to Lucia.
“Is that a joke?”
“No, we need her to
