Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate
"You remembered correctly. Back then, we relied on Strom's speed to escape from Ron's hunting ground, didn't we?"
Strom, I observed the majestic horse. Its brown eyes looked down at me, filled with a cold arrogance unlike any other horse. Remembering its lightning-fast speed, the name Strom suited it perfectly.
"It looks really handsome," I sincerely praised.
"Of course," Klaus looked at the horse and whispered, "Strom, you've saved me once again."
He touched foreheads with Strom, and a genuine smile, devoid of any sarcasm, graced his face. It was a smile I had never seen before. I realized that to Klaus, Strom was more than just a horse; it must be a cherished companion.