Cal And Mare Novels & Stories

"An exceptionally gentle temperament. Perfect for a long boundary run. Does your wolf desire to test her pacing?" I stepped closer to the animal, running my palm along the new mare’s smooth mane as her scent hit my nose—calm, steady, untainted by pack politics. She nuzzled her wet nose affectionately against my collarbone. “We are going to form an excellent alliance, aren't we, pretty girl?” I whispered softly, a genuine smile forming on my face. We set off side by side across the rolling hills and open meadows flanking the Cheshire countryside estate, and for a fleeting sequence of minutes, my mind completely forgot about the concrete infrastructure of the Blackwood Group Tower and the toxi

This mare was due to give birth in under a month, and her owner was an 11-year-old boy who stayed with her until the very end. Yesterday was another day filled with emergencies. It started with a horse who ran through a fence, getting big lacerations on her chest, and ended with another euthanasia of a cow who stepped over a low-hanging fence and got hit by a car. I’m emotionally drained and haven't yet decided if going to the clinic is going to be a good or bad thing.

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

If I could only reach the water. The sharp pain sears through my left thigh as I tumble and fall to the ground. Panic hits me even stronger, adrenaline singing in my veins as I try to get up up up, please, I need to get up! But the wolf not only bites me, but he also holds my leg in his teeth.

Bethany opened her mouth but closed it, then turned to my kids, hoping to get more information, but they got busy talking about how to make an elephant. I scoffed, rolling my eyes before Bethany could ask how it happened. “First, he insisted on taking me home instead of me driving him home.” Marga crossed her arms over her chest, lifting a brow as she faced me. “When you say he, is he human?” “It depends,” Bethany answered, laughing at her question. “Sometimes Cal’s human. In other times, he’s a monster.” “Cal? Callahan Barclay, your boss?” Marga asked without breathing.

They were so cute, their horns no more than stubs, prancing and frolicking about. The closest experience that could come to it was Kate watching a video of the Deer Park in Narra, Japan. But even that paled in comparison to the sight of a whole blanket of snow-white calves filling the screen of her laptop and nudging Kayzel with their muzzles. From where she was sitting in her room, she could almost feel their noses: warm and soft unlike a dog’s cold and wet one (when she was young her parents took her horseback-riding in Tagaytay). Her avatar Kayzel tried to cuddle as many of them as she could, two or three at the same time, and Kate would’ve done the same thing because she wouldn’t want an

“Alright, Miss Heels. Let’s get you on a horse. But we’re picking one that’s gentle. Those shoes might not love stirrups.” I grinned. “I’ll manage.” He shook his head, still smiling, and led me back toward the stalls. Jerry led me to a gentle bay mare named Sunny. She was calm and steady, with kind eyes and a soft nose that sniffed my hand when I offered it a carrot. Jerry saddled her up quickly, explaining everything he did—tightening the girth, adjusting the stirrups, and checking the bit. I listened, trying to look confident even though my heart was racing.

Mariana's eyes were squeezed shut. "What is the name of your horse again? Ah, yes, Calliope. It will be really devastating if some bad misfortune were to befall the poor horse. It's up to you though, if the horse will remain safe or not," Lydia's threat came back to Mariana's thought.

They were almost a day's travel past the wasteland hills before Dave relaxed. He made their traveling days shorter and went easier on the wild mares. Dave tames the two animals according to their need and in no time they were galloping it. Unlike natural herds, these mares were every color, shape, and size. The only thing each had in common was the halter it wore on its head for easy catching.

As if on the clock, after five steps backwards, both of them charged forward and pounced at each other. Just as they were about to collide in the middle of the stage, Cal suddenly folded his forelegs and bent his head. Instead of them headbutting, Cal's head went in-between Mark's legs and plowed into his chest area. Immediately Cal's legs touched the ground, he gathered his strength to his back and hauled Mark's body into the air. This happened within seconds, and Mark couldn't understand why he was still flying when he should have headbutted Cal. Not waiting for Mark to take a breather, Cal pounced on Mark and sank his teeth into Mark's throat.