Ronan
I could still recall the way I galloped my horse during the day before in the woods.
The smell of intruders filled my nose and my wolf hated it, what if they had come for Nayla…
“Do you really think that you can come into my palace without my knowledge?” I steadied my horse as I caught up with her.
Her obsidian hair covered half of her face but I was not blind to not recognize the acclaimed great witch who was banned from her coven, she came out of her carriage with a sly smile on her face and I wondered why she rather rode when she could cast a spell and not have me catch on with her.
“Wow, I heard that you have changed a lot but I still think you are the same rude and prideful wolf there is” Her tone was mocking
“That is because I am right, Now why were you here?” I resort
