Forbidden Bond: A Velthorn Tale — Chapter 8: Dark Encounters

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Mikhail spurred Bakuul ever faster, the wind whipping through his and Anora’s hair. The vibrant green of the plains flew past in a blur as Bakuul thundered gracefully over the rolling hills. Mikhail laughed with a maniacal glee as he glanced down and could see the wide eyes look that Anora had on her face. But soon guilt began to convince him to slow down and to take it easy. This was her first ride after all. “Perhaps I should have taken it slow.” Mihail thought to himself. 

Pulling back on the reins he began to slow Bakuul to more of a trot. No need to tire out the elk now. The large animal seemed to be annoyed by the slow pace, seemingly wanting to run. Mikhail had no doubt that if he had continued to let him gallop they could reach Sablewood in at least three days or less. But again there was no hurry. He had seven long years to fill after all.