Dance

Chapter 4

I walk though the paths of the wild.

 A small cottage in a clearing. Wildflowers surranding it.

Its small. just two rooms. 

A bedroom and a bathroom.

Than a kitchen.

Not much.

Enough.

I grab a Apple. And take a bite.

'Run?'

'Maple no. Another group may come in the night.'

'Aspen. Please?'

'Maple-'

'Please Aspen. I'm begging you.'

Maple rarely begs.

'Ok.'

'Thank you.'

I set the apple on the counter.

Walking outside.

'Don't reck the dress.'

'I know I know.'

In the soft morning air. 

The sun rays finding a black Arabian mare.

Racing though the forest as though her hooves are on fire.

Maybe they are.

Maybe in her mind she is battling a battle that's not ment for her.

Maybe she has given up.

And is racing away.

Probably not though.

Soon, The warm afternoon sun beats down and finds all the black in the world.

Sweat drips onto the ground.

We come to rest at a river. 

The marker between Them. 

A small patrol canters up.

Two paints, and a appaloosa.

'Maple' I start.

'I know.'

"Well, if it is the Outcast." says the appaloosa. My once best friend. until I shifted of course.

"Lily. Oak. Tratior." Says Maple.

The appaloosa.

"Hey! You know I am a loyal Shifter. Unlike you!"

Maple snorts. 

'Shes getting to you." I murmer.

"F off." Maple says.

"Someone didn't listen in there ELA classes." Says the appaloosa.

Maple raises her head. 

Hurt shining clearly.

"And what was I doing instead?" Maple says in  a hurt tone.

The appaloosa looks away. Guilty.

"That's right Grace. Look away. But in my news, we do have one nice thing to say to you." 

Grace raises her head. Hoping we would say something along the lines of, 'we forgive you!' or 'lets be besties again!' nope.

"You have won the award of 'Friend who abbaned me when we needed them the most'."

Oak glares at us.

"Don't forget your our slave."

"One-time. Wanna wast it?" Maple challenged him.

Nothing.

 Maple turned away from the river.

Back into the forest. 

After the little chat.

It was dark.

'Lets go home.' I tell Maple.

'no.'

'Is that all your gonna say?'

'No.'

'Good.'

Maple and I trot a long the beach. 

The waves trying to reach us.

"Grab that last bag and lets set up camp on the beach!" Says a male voice.

"Yes Alpha."

'werewolves'

A single thought.

'Lets get em!'

'Maple no!'

'Come on!'

'Maple. No.'

'Yes.'

'Maple.'

'Yes'

'Ugg.'

'Haha!'

Maple pulls me along. 

And we trot up to the group. 

They still have no idea I am here.

Maple snorts.

And they jump into the air and spin around. 

Staring at Us.

"Grab the rope." Says a man with black hair. 

"Yes Alpha."

I see some other horses.

'Maple,'

'Yes?'

'Our name is Luna.'

'Fine.'

"Out of nowhere a rope is flug around our neck. 

And Maple bolts into action.

Screaming and kicking and Biting.

Sadly.

They get us.

Yank us to the ground.

Hold us there.

Ropes around her neck. 

And them a smell something.

Sweet.

Forestry.

Then Maple said something that changed our life forever.

Only females feel the bound. 

We can show them.

Or not.

We can break it.

Or not.

'mate'