Cortondo Gym Leader Name Novels & Stories

He never let go of my hand. When we got to the forest, the young alpha crouched behind some shrubs and motioned for me to do the same. I followed suit. "Stay here," he ordered. "My horse is on the other side of the forest. I'll get my horse and circle back to you, but you mustn't leave this spot." "I won't leave this spot." I promised, but he shook his head. "No," he said. "Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess."

It may take several minutes to complete this warm-up routine, but it's worth it to ensure that my horse is properly prepared for our ride. Amid my rigorous training, I am oblivious to Cortland's arrival. It's only when I complete my session and dismount that I notice him standing there, observing me intently. With a sense of satisfaction, I loosen my saddle and meticulously remove my sports medicine boots, securing them to my stirrups. As I prepare to leave, I'm surprised to see Cortland waiting for me. His mere presence fills me with joy, despite my efforts to conceal it. "He looks like a promising barrel horse, Austin," Cortland observes. "With proper training and time, he could become exc

she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.