* Dorina *I expected our ride back to Green Meadows to be exhausting. But It wasn't. Not when his arms are around me the whole way, and the warmth of his chest is my pillow every time my head tips back. Ivan didn't let the horse run too fast. He kept us at a steady canter, one hand on the reins, the other flat over my stomach, possessive and protective, like he couldn't quite believe I was still there.We didn't use the Harley, or the old car. He preferred the horse."You're quiet, Princess," he said through the link when the Palace gates were long behind us and the pine forests of his territory started to rise."I'm just, listening, and feeling the wind,” I whispered back.And I am also feeling his heartbeat. To the brush of wind changing. And to the way the air smelled different here, cleaner. Like the damp earth and pine and our pack. It feels Like home. Our home.When we finally broke through the last line of trees, I heard the loud noise. Howls of familiar wolves.One, followed
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