Chapter 9 Cody Pov

“Are you comfortable?” my mate interrupts my thoughts as I stare blankly at her. Comfortable? I look around, glancing out the small window provided in the carriage. Normally, Lycans would simply shift and run to get wherever they needed to go, but because Charisma was a queen she had to travel in a less expected matter just to put on a show. I was not used to the feel of bouncing horses beneath me, but I was getting used to it and thankful that I had not gotten motion sickness. I simply nod at my mate who leans back against the plush interior seat, looking as though she’s lost in her thoughts.