Unclaimed

Chapter Twenty-Three - Rut

"Is someone going to say something about the wild horses?" Zion asks the question directed to no one.

"Zion please." I hold my hand up already exasperated and walk towards Beau who was still calmly engaging with the stallion. Her hand reach up to pet his head, running her hand along his neck and hair. His massive head leaning down to nip at the carrots.

"Have you no patience?" She scolds before relinquishing her gift to the mammal. Holding one carrot out for the animal, and he gleefully takes it. Bouncing on his front legs as he chewed the carrot. The animals massive frame against Beau's smaller one made me nervous.

Behind me, my soldiers were pushed down by the pack members as they came to greet the horses baring their own treats and gifts. The two mastiffs that are always seen running around are already leaping through the wheat field. Herding the horses to the south side of the field, closer to where we came from.

"I wonder about those dogs." Zion comes up next to me.

"Something tells me they take care of each other and that's that." I shrug, placing my hands on my hips as my eyes fall back on Beau, who was now feeding a very pregnant mare.

I move in. Walking closer until I'm within earshot of Beau.

"You really went and got this girl pregnant!" She scolds as she holds the carrot out to the soon to be mother. The mare was a complete contrast to her mate. Her coat was completely white, her hair a platinum blond curtain waving in the breeze. She was almost as huge as her mate, only coming up just a hair shorter than him. The legs were slightly skinnier than his shaking with the effort of holding up her massively swollen belly.

"And she's just about to pop too! You could have come home sooner, instead of making her suffer like this!" Beau light but intentionally pats the stallions head. The stallion seemingly reacting to her light scolding.

"Did you see that?" Zion asks, and I know at least I'm not crazy.

"Yeah." I nod.

"A horse that has a personality." Zion muses. "Ain't that a bitch."

"No it's a mammal." I reply.

"See that," he points to me. "Was fucking corny."

"Fuck you man!" I laugh walking towards Beau.

"Corny!" Zion shouts behind me.

Finally making it to Beau as she's petting and feeding the Mare. It's pink nose sniffing at Beau's shirt, and I barely notice the splotches of honey still left on the cotton fabric. The horses tongue lapping out and licking her shirt before trying to take it between her teeth.

"Ah!" Beau tugs her shirt away from the horses teeth and offers another carrot but the mare rebuffs it instead once again going for the shirt.

"This is your fault." She says flatly to the stallion. The horses once again nickering at Beau. "Whore."

"I cannot believe this is a thing." I say and Beau turns to look at me. Smiling as she pets the mares mane. Looking around me to see other pack members and families doing the same. Feeding and greeting the horses, teaching a few fellow lycans on how to interact with them.

There wasn't ever a need for horses amongst our kind. We lycans were faster than them on any regular day. So there was never really a need to have them around unless as pets. Even then so few people in court had them, it seemed almost like a social club for those that did. I didn't so much as bother with them until now.

"You want to pet him?" She asks.

"Does he have a name?"

"Azazel." She says.