Desert Rose Pact
[Lyander's POV]
The two days travel went by in a blur. All I remembered was me avoiding Reynar and his lackeys while Ernst made sure that his son was on a leash.
I would be even more thankful if he put an actual leash on his son, though. Because every time our eyes met, Reynar wanted to antagonize me.
Does he really want a fight that badly even though he knew deep in his heart that he wouldn't win against me? Both he and I watched each fight, and we came to a silent understanding that my wolf would come out on top.
I knew he knew it too.
My wolf was bigger, stronger, and faster than his, and it was something else entirely. Its build and color were already eye-catching, but there was an edge of crazy in it too. It laid dormant and exploded with a vengeance at the slightest provocation. And whoever unfortunate soul on its path would surely find himself in death's door.