Chapter 31 Wolves Don't Keep Territories

• “My horse!!!” Lord Veritas yelled. “My beautiful Corinth! What in the goddesses’ name has she done with Corinth?! The pains you have gone, my beauty!”
• Of course the coward teenager who hadn't amounted to anything in life other than collecting horse shit had to dash into Lord Veritas office unannounced to volunteer the damage the horse had suffered. Lord Veritas had dropped his pen mid-sentenced and dashed to the stables, panting from the exercise to see first hand what carnage was left from the animal he hadn't ridden in years.
• Standing in the murky hay of the stables in his fine shoes, Lord William made a show of the scratches, ignorant that most of the blood smeared on its hide had cascaded from Nicholette's leg.