If he hadn’t known better, Ezekiel would have thought that Gabriel’s appointment of his new rank was to keep him from traveling to see Alaine. As head warrior, he was expected not only to defend the borders and work with his crabby uncle and the other old man, but train the Hastati and find more potential warriors. It was not an excessive amount of work, but having begun border patrols as well sucked up more time than he would have liked. Still, duty was duty and he met it head-on. Such a duty called today, leaving Ezekiel to ride the borders endlessly.
Viggo’s heavy hooves kicked up dirt as they went, and his body moved at the easy trot that the pair so often used. The horse slowed only at the raised voice from nearby, which Ezekiel did not recognize. Curious, for there was no foreign scent, the coyote turned his horse towards the source. They closed the distance and broke through the trees, revealing the hybrid that Ezekiel now recognized by sight, but not by name.
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