Chapter 128: Sarah

I don’t know what I am expecting. After the Pack’s reactions to Anthony’s shouted threats, I was dreading the worst. Anthony really is all bark and no bite, but he is a master at verbal combat and seldom takes prisoners. I could easily see him winding someone up enough that they’d think about lashing out. I don’t know the others as well as Aiden does, although I think they would all keep their temper. If only I could be completely certain.

Anthony is in the center of the sand school, propped up on a mounting block with a cane for balance. I am so focussed on him that I only register what the rhythmic thudding sounds are when Crystal rounds the end of the school at a canter, right in front of us. Her poor, sweet bay gelding catches sight of us and goes rigid. Nostrils flared, eyes bugging out, ears stiff as boards. All his forward momentum is suddenly passed to his rider as he skids to a halt with a horrif