Tiberius‘s pov.

“Just let the younger one lead, trust him, and here we are again—chasing after our mate like rabid dogs.”

The thought twisted in my skull, sour and sharp. My fists clenched around the reins until the leather squeaked. The horses sensed my mood; even Dante gave me a sidelong look, his jaw tight.

“You need to cool the fuck down,” Dante muttered, his tone low, but firm. “Everyone around can see it. Another second and you’ll be lunging at ...