Chapter 48

Killian's point of view

I got on the horse, behind Sheila. I wrapped my arms stylishly around her, reaching out to the reins in her hands. I smiled at the sparks that formed there. Sheila retracted her hands, folding them against her chest.

I sighed, tugging harder on the reins, navigating the horse out of the human village. Soon we were back in the woods. Instead of following the main route that led back to the capital, I decided to go through a different route. The Fire Crest Pack could be scattered around waiting for us, and I desperately hoped Morgan and the guys were safe.

We rode for hours, the bright burning of the sun lessened, slowly retiring for the day. I moved faster on the horse. We had to get to shelter before the moon came up and darkness covered the earth.

After a few hours of riding, we reached a familiar cottage right outside the capital. The moon was already shining down on us, and it would be dangerous to keep on riding. We would rest here for the night, and hopefu