Perhaps she had been overzealous. Perhaps it had just been an experiment.
Either way, Unixian had to know, had to test the waters to see if this new place was anything like home. Being without Macall and Abraxxus was like being without food and water. In Himani she had been a respected battlemaiden, a revered beastmaster. The absence of her companions had been harder to bare than her lack of a sturdy weapon.
It had driven her to foolishness.
Call it pride, call it arrogance. Either way, Unixian found herself at the wrong end of an angry beast. Truly, all she'd attempted was to tame it, a feat that would have been comparable to taking a breath back in Himani. Here, however, she'd been not so pleasantly surprised by the rogue bull that now chased her. Endlessly, it seemed.
And without weapons, Unixian had found herself sprinting from the damned creature, silver hair flying behind her, ice blue gaze staring ahead. Thick layers of white fur bounced with her steps, far too heavy for this te