Jessamine
I hate horses.
My thighs are sore from riding and I hurt in places I didn't know existed. Branches crunch underneath my boots as I transverse the path with the others who are divided in groups, engaged in conversations that distract them from the sun that burns down on us furiously and the cold that bites through leather and fur.
I can already tell. I don't like today.
Ahead, Alpha Kier walks with Beta Randale and a few guards, their path leading us deeper into the forest. Ever since the incident with the thong, he's been tense and uncharacteristically silent.
Understanding his limits is as vital as knowing his desires. Subtlety, you must master, for too much pressure could ruin everything.
Sighing, I swat a flying bug away from my ear. It's getting tedious, all of this. Wh
