BRENNAN
Kiera taking off, her horse loping through the group and darting in front of everyone, was not something I had been expecting while we were riding that day. She had been quiet, in her normal place in the group. Tarrin and Asher were flanking her, and I had seen looks they had been exchanging. As if they were silently arguing over something. I didn’t know what had set my wife off, but off she was going. I had known she wasn’t a strong rider, but that was easier to see with the gait her horse was currently using, with her bouncing a little too much in the saddle.
If she didn’t stop, she was going to be sore that night, and no one needed that.
With a hand to stop the rest of my wolves, I started after her, letting my horse break into the run he had been begging for since they had s
