Leon could not believe what he had just heard from the steward. Riven was meeting his mother? What for?! He was walking towards his mother's chambers when he saw the carriage from the window.
He wasn't paying it much mind until he saw the figure stepping into it.
Riven.
Leon's heart stumbled in his chest.
He didn't move. Just stood there like he was rooted to the floor, hands falling limp by his sides. His brows pulled together in confusion as the carriage doors shut behind the raven-haired wolf, and the wheels creaked forward, carrying him out of the castle gates.
What the hell?
There had to be a mistake. Maybe it was someone else. Another wolf who also happened to have that same arrogant tilt to his chin. Same windswept black hair. Same annoying posture...
"He left?" Leon said aloud to no one, the question dumb with disbelief.
He turned away from the window with a sharp exhale and stormed off.
