Draven.
I walked briskly toward the house, fury clinging to every muscle in my body like a second skin. My boots crunched across the gravel path, but I barely heard them.
All I could see—over and over again—was the black stallion barrelling toward Meredith, her figure frozen in its path.
If I hadn't moved when I did…
I didn't want to finish that thought, but sure enough, my wolf had other plans.
"She could have died."
Great! Perfect timing! He just knew how to upset me.
Rhovan's voice stirred in my head. "You are worried about our mate. Good."
"Shut up, Rhovan." My jaw clenched. I didn't need his commentary—not now.
"Why are you still denying it?"
I wanted to punch something. No—someone. Preferably him. If he were physical, I would have thrown him through a wall without batting an eye.
"Who said I'm worried? I'm furious because the servants were careless," I snapped under my breath. "And because a mistake that big could have cost someone their life. That's all."
