ALLAN’S POV
The atmosphere was joyful. At last, we had found my queen. She was quiet. And it made me wonder why she no longer hated my presence. I asked what she was thinking. Suppose she had thoroughly let it slide or not. Or she now knew for sure I was right. I thought. Letting my nose sniff the sweet scent of her tender hair.
I wondered what I would have done if I didn't find her. My mate and unborn child. What if wild animals harmed them? I felt my heart pricked as I had These thoughts. I stretched my hands to hers as I rodded it gently. Letting the fear of losing her slide. She did not shake. Neither did she respond. She just let me do my thing.
We had travelled a few miles. When we head horses approaching, I could see the leaves moving. The ground was shaking in a very uncontrol
