Horizon Ridge The curse of much knowledge is often indecision.

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Durnehviir turned her copper-tipped crown, pale gaze following Constantine's own as he gestured toward a vast, dense woodland. To the north the evergreens faded, where the shore gave way to the distant sea. She looked fondly over the treetops before them, bathed in golden light in the evening's sunset, then beamed encouragingly up at her companion. "It's beautiful," she breathed, seeking to meet his tangerines eyes.

What he said next surprised her, even though she anticipated that he'd want her to remain. His ranks needed fleshing out and the land required protection, the greater the numbers then the greater the success. It was the manner in which he requested her to stay, with him and not simply there, that caught her off guard. Durnehviir's heart skipped an uncomfortable beat as she quietly considered the dark male's words, before her smile returned. "I will," the she-wolf said, leaning in closer to press her ivory cheek to her to-be Alpha's swarthy neck. There, she reached up to nibble at the underside of his powerful jaw: a gesture of submission, respect and budding affection.