★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★CALEB’S POV★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Turns out the Friesian isn’t just skittish — he also hates Levi. I’ve been watching them all morning, and I can feel the bad energy between them as clearly as Levi’s growing frustration. The carrots he meant to feed the horse are still clutched in his hand, and the determined look he had earlier has faded into discomfort.The sun warms my skin as I stretch out on the grass, watching the horses move across the big turnout field. Levi stands near the tall black Friesian, speaking in a low, soothing voice. He reaches out slowly, trying to groom the horse’s neck or scratch behind his ears, but the big animal pins his ears back and steps away every time.“Come on, boy,” Levi murmurs, calm as ever. “It’s just me.”The Friesian snorts and tosses his head, refusing to let Levi get close. No grooming, no scratches, nothing. Levi tries again, patient as always, but the horse stays distrustful, muscles tense.Meanwhile Freya was an absolut
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