Stronger Than Pain: From Beta To Luna
My wolf perked his ears forward, his golden eyes scanning each horse with mild approval.
They’re calm tonight, he noted, his voice low and content. Good.
At the far end stood Storm, a sleek black stallion with a thick mane and a white blaze running down his long nose. He lifted his head when he saw us, ears flicking forward, and stamped his hooves softly on the straw-covered ground.
Henry let go of my hand and ran forward, his little feet thudding against the wooden floor. He stopped just short of the stall door, gripping the wood with his tiny fingers. “Hi, Storm,” he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.
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