“Milord, do you need any water,” Junet questions softly, riding up to Drake’s side on her horse.

He shakes his head softly, “No, thank you.”

She bows her head before allowing her steed to fall back.

Drake shifts atop his own horse, before looking ahead. They are making great distance across Drein. In two more days they will arrive in Zaline.

The werewolves run alongside the horses in their animal form. Drake is able to tell which one is Rowan by his pale ...