CHAPTER 11

I brushed the mane of my horse maximus. It was thick brown and shiny, it glowed beneath the sunlight. Maximus was a gift from my mom before she passed away. She was all I had.

I wondered how she was faring over there, her heart was probably swelling with pride.

Her son had turned out attractive and quite a catch. The dream mate of literally every unmated girl in Dycan. Maximus brushed his hoof subtly on the floor. He could sense someone. Someone was coming.

I could sense gentle footsteps approaching they soon came to a stop right beside me. I could perceive a familiar scent. "Hi cousin, long time no see!'

He said.

I knew it was Ivan, my mom's nephew. No one else had that scent of crisp mint leaves. Ivan's pack hung out in the woods alot, I had never set my eyes on them. They were"Mad dogs." Literally wild wolves, they wandered around in their wolf form alot, they had no control over their wolf.

'My reply came out gruff, brief and cold, not regardless of the fact I had not set my eyes