The morning air was crisp, the sky painted in soft hues of orange and blue as the estate stirred awake. Birds chirped from the trees, and the wind carried the scent of dew-soaked earth. Riven rarely had such a princess morning in this house.
The carriage waited just beyond the main gates. Riven stood in the courtyard, his black ears twitching at every sound, his tail flicking lazily behind him. His green eyes sparkled as always, though a hint of melancholy lingered behind the mischief.
"A carriage?" The wolves pride themselves in their true forms and shift to travel, using horse-driven carriages? No way!
Ronan smiled and said, "I kind of guessed that you wouldn't last the journey."
Hurtful. Truly hurtful, but also true. He did not have that much stamina.
