As Stallion's hooves pounded the ground, I leaned low over his neck, and held the ropes tightly.
I trusted him more than I trusted my own two feet. He wasn’t just a horse; he was the only damn thing that had stayed loyal through every mess and every blood-soaked fight. I didn’t need some car between my legs to feel alive — I had him.
The cold wind matched the tension in the air as I led my men on a scouting mission along the borders.
Suspicious movements have been reported. Someone, or something, was circling Silverfang territory. But as usual, my men were either too slow or too incompetent to catch the culprits.
I didn't trust most of them. Trust? I didn't trust anyone for my Pack's safety—not when the lives of those within Silverfang hung by a thread, a thread I’d built with my own
