Bound to The Enemy of My Mate
"He's bigger than my old cottage."
"Storm doesn't respond to force," Kael said, running a hand down the horse's neck. "He responds to trust." He showed her how to let the horse smell her palm, how to breathe in time with his breaths. "Horses are prey animals. Wolves are predators. Your instinct will be to dominate. Don't. Partner."
After ten minutes of ground work, he helped her mount. The world shifted perspective—she could see over walls, across fields. Kael placed her hands on the reins, then mounted behind her, his arms caging her as he took the reins himself.