Chapter Eighty–Five. Davina.
Davina’s Point of View.
Holy Mary Mother of God, what the actual f**k. That horse is going crazy. Mars is standing between me and Max, and Siobhan and Ronan doing the same, creating a shield between me, my pup and Lucas.
I feel like my feet are led, but I know, that I need to get the pups out of here, and quickly. Shaking my head slightly, to rid myself of my frozen state, I grab both boys around the waist and don’t ask me how, I manage to get them one under each arm, and I run out of the stable as quickly as my legs can carry me.
Seriously, we are never, ever coming to these stables again! The small horses are fine, but that big brown stallion clearly feels the presence of werewolves, and probably views Max and Mars’ alpha aura as a huge and present t
