After I finished talking with the pack's soldier, I made my way towards Damon.
I stood near the edge of the square, pretending to be busy with my sleeves while sneaking glances toward Damon.
He hadn't said a word to me since the day he punished me.
His glare earlier had felt like a blade skimming across my skin. And now, he kept his distance, his expression unreadable as always, like a storm cloud just waiting for the right wind to burst.
Alaric approached with the horses and gestured for me to mount.
My brows furrowed, "Aren't we using the car?"
"Unfortunately no, someone is in the right mood for horse riding." He gestured towards Damon.
My face fell, 'Is this some sort of punishment or what?'
"You look pale, are you okay?" Alaric asked.
"I don't know how to ride a horse," I closed my eyes, pressing my lips into a thin line.
"Oh…" Alaric scratched his head as he turned to Damon, who was already mounting his midnight horse.
