*Ryder*
The adrenaline surges through me as I lead the way toward the eastern gate, the sound of hooves pounding against the ground echoing in my ears. Beside me, Theo rides like he’s been doing this his entire life, which honestly surprises me. He’s gripping the reins with a steady hand, his posture surprisingly confident for a city guy who just hopped back in the saddle after years. I can’t help but feel a surge of pride for him.
“Keep up, Theo!” I call back, urging my horse forward. I glance over my shoulder, and I see him smiling, the thrill of the ride lighting up his face. There’s something about this moment… galloping through rough terrain, up banks and down hills, the wind whipping through our hair… that feels liberating. But there’s also a sense of urgency that hangs in the air
