I don't know what Kral was thinking, but the next day Kral ordered the team to run as wolves, and Bud was asked to drive me.
The move raised eyebrows in the group. The proud lycans were no camels. When they turn into wolves, they only let their mate ride on their backs, or in some cases, the king and Queen.
But this is an order from His Highness. Despite a look of disapproval in Bud's eyes, he complied.
So now I'm on Bud's back, and in the dark of the night, I curl up my arms and legs, trying not to take up too much space. As for Bud, he was a burly lycan warrior with bright brown eyes and long brown hair, but he looked at me with disgust in his eyes.
I understand him. Alen told me that Bud was a great warrior. Now, on Kral's orders, he's carrying me like a freight horse, and of course
