Maegel and Julian didn't even look at the tracks. To them, the hunt was secondary; my safety—and more importantly, their ownership of me—was everything.
Maegel let out a roar of frustration, his sapphire eyes wide as he spurred his horse to an all-out gallop. Julian wasn't far behind, his face pale with alarm. They weren't hunting to impress me anymore; they were racing to 'rescue' me from my own recklessness.
Caelum, however, was the only one who kept his head. He saw the way the stallion moved under my command and knew I wasn't in danger.
He peeled off into the brush, his eyes cold and fixed. He knew the best way to get my attention wasn't to chase me like a worried parent, but to be the one waiting at the end of the trail with a kill they couldn't ignore.
"Lyssa! Slow down!" Maegel's voice was getting closer, but the stallion was faster.
