Layla It had been a couple of days since the whole Freya, Maeve, Aunt Rhi thing went down, and a few of us decided to go on a trail ride for some much-needed girl time. Thankfully, my wolf agreed to go to the back of my mind and only come out if necessary. Sometimes, I just needed to gossip with the girls, minus her judgment. Freya, Maeve, Jessabelle, and I took turns playing rock, paper, scissors to see who got to take Dub out this time. Jessabelle, who is the daughter of Dominic and Arrah Summers, started jumping up and down when she ended up being the victor. Her dark blue eyes sparkled with glee as her brown hair bounced, matching her enthusiasm. "YES! I NEVER win!" Jessabelle said with excitement as she started to get Dub saddled up. Amar groaned while he laid down out of the way. I swear he rolled his eyes at her giddiness. "So. Maeve. What was it like?" I asked as I glanced in the direction of her and Bishop, the blue roan quarter horse that she was tacking up. "
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