Oswin was waiting.

There was an undeniable connection, mostly physical, between herself and the notable bachelor stallion Ernesto. She’d loathed him when he’d initially challenged the Peak, fought her, and won. Yet her subsequent stay (and his initial willingness to play nice) warmed her up a bit more toward him. It was enough that when next their paths crossed and she was in early heat, Oswin couldn’t deny the way she’d liked how their bodies worked. Again and again, each time they were healed from their prior bruises, she’d egged him into a fight and clashed and learned and failed… and succeeded.

Their moonlit tryst was inevitable and a produce of everything falling into place at exactly the right time.

Yet this was not why she was thankful it was Ernesto coming to the Peak and not Cullen. It may have been good to bring the new boss to her turf where she could study him, but Oswin didn’t trust him within the Peak. Oswin trusted Ernesto. If she could pick his brain to learn about this new foolish Lagoon boss perhaps she’d better understand where the enemy line drawn between the Lagoon and the Peak began… and who it was standing on either side.

Oswin moved toward him once he’d stopped, narrowing her eyes immediately as if waiting for whatever smart comment would fall from his mouth. Still, she couldn’t help the smirk that crawled over her mouth, nor could she stop herself from lifting her chin and flagging her tail out behind her, moving toward him in an obvious show of bravado.

“So now the tables are turned,” she said, smile growing. “Now you’re my captive.”

oswin
this is as brave as I know how to be.
I know it’s gonna hurt you, but please… be a little proud of me.