Gwendolyn remained on her spot even after the Wilding warriors trudged past, walking towards their respective homes and chatting with one another.

A few minutes later, she spotted Ryder walking towards her. His lips curved into his usual smirk as he stopped beside her and sat down. He was sweaty.

"You stink." She muttered.

An amused laughter rolled off his tongue. "What did you expect, princess? Hunting isn't for the faint hearted. I'm sure you don't know anything about it."

"Is that so?" ...