Chapter 49: Ryder, An Asshole
The next morning, Reana prepared to depart from the pack, leaving the new Beta, Thane, in charge. She assembled a small entourage, comprising Gamma Kira, Delta Tara, and a handful of skilled warriors.
"Get me a carriage," she instructed, but her request was met with stunned silence.
The group exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why the Luna would require a carriage. It was well-known that Reana despised carriages, considering them a waste of time.
As an avid horseback rider, she relished the freedom and wildness that came with riding long distances. She loved the feeling of galloping at the forefront of her entourage, the wind in her hair, and the sun on her face. It was a sensation that filled her with exhilaration and a sense of unbridled power. So, why the sudden need for a carriage?
The group soon got their answer when Ryder arrived, limping. The group’s expressions twisted in disdain, their sneers a mixture of disgust and contempt. What kind of man couldn’t ride a horse? Didn’t he have any pride? Carriages were for fragile women and pampered princesses, not for robust men like themselves.
Ryder, seemingly oblivious to the disdainful stares and whispered opinions, walked straight up to Reana, who was gently stroking the mane of her majestic bay stallion. Her hands moved with a calming gentleness, a stark contrast to the fiery spirit that burned within her.
Ryder’s approach was quiet, yet Reana sensed his presence, her eyes flicking up to meet his as he drew near.
"Morning, My Luna," Ryder greeted, his eyes shining with warmth, a softness that was reserved solely for her.
Reana bobbed her head almost imperceptibly. "How do you feel?"