The Shifters Heart(not continued)

Chapter 6

Cool metal digs into my side painfully, and my neck is rubbed raw. I open my eyes and neigh, not understanding the contraption I'm in.

It rattles and there's a sound, almost like a roar. I know I'm far from my home. I was angered by thing fact, I wanted to wait for Katie to return to go somewhere.

If she hasn't shown up yet, then I think she doesn't want to come back.

There's always the-

No!! She must have found her mate and forgotten us. Just face the cold hearted truth and don't try to trick yourself.

I can hear the sadness in his voice as he state the terrible truth. My heart yearned for our lost sister, but I knew I wasn't going anywhere soon. Not with this metal box around me.

I had to focus on the present, and worry about myself for once. I slam my hooves on the sides, using my shifter strength, I make dents in the metal. Everything I do doesn't matter to the humans that took me. I remember the battle a little bit.

There were wolves and the cougar leaping, ropes and whips flying out at them. I lay helpless on the ground, giving up when I shouldn't have.

I had told Len to protect my herd, so I knew he would. I just wish I didn't give up so easily. I could still be there, still there to protect them and care for them.

They were family to me, and I knew that they saw me as family as well. I must have been thinking for a while, because now it's dark and the only sound is that of the thing I reside in.

I have stood quietly for this whole ride, and it has renewed my anger. As soon as they open the metal gates, I rush out and hit a man with my head. I throw my hind legs at the man behind me and my hooves collide with his head.

It makes a sickening crack, but I don't care. They have taken me from my rightful place, and I will not rest till I get back. Already, I feel empty without being surrounded by the lush green grass and gazing up at the cinnamon sky.

My head feels lonely without the herd around me, chewing peacefully on the edge of monster forest, as that's were the best grass is at the bottom of the valley. I miss the special grazing spot and the bright sunny days.

I've only been gone a while, and I realize how grateful I was to be there. The crack of a whip breaks me from my thoughts and anger. I stand tall, chest puffed out and ready for a battle.

I haven't noticed there are at least 15 ropes around my neck, and on the end of each one, is a terrified man. The only man that isn't ready to wet himself is the whip wielder. He in fact, has a smirk written across his tightened face. He looked like a man with his heart broken many times.

His face was worn with time and there were crinkles around his eyes that suggest he has seen happier times. I snort in out rage and rush at him, pulling all the men off their feet.

Faster then lightning, the whip snaps across my chest in a wave of blood and pain. I whinny loudly, wanting the stinging to stop.

"So prince of the valley, you think you can rule this place? Well, you have another thing coming. As long as your here, you might never see that valley again."

We will get back!! We have to, they are depending on us!!!

I know, but we have to wait. He holds the whip, therefore he holds us.

We won't be happy again... Doesn't he get that?

Yea, I think that's the point.

Spirit goes silent after that. It's almost like he's preparing for the worst. I can't imagine why, this guy seems very friendly(note the sarcasm!!).

I neigh angrily as blood runs off my chest, staining my magnificent fur. I loved my fur, it's color and the way it protected me against the elements. And he had ruined it.

But this was not the time to worry about my coat. I had a feeling it would only get worse.

"Give him the smallest stable, not able to move even an inch."

I hear a chorus of 'yes sir' before I'm being yanking into a dusty barn. I could smell the filth of the place from miles away. The horse were standing in their own dropping and many of them had whip marks.

All of them were under fed and their coat makes them look older then they really are. I neigh softly as I pass and a look of sympathy fills their eyes as I pass.

I buck and rear, trying to escape. I now want these guys to get out of this hell hole that I now see. A sharp crack and a pain in my back makes me rush into the safety of the stable.

Small or not, it protected me from the harsh whip. The man snickers, knowing he won this battle easily.

"You won't have a spirit to fight once I'm done with you."

I let out my own snicker. He would never break me. I would make sure of that. He leaves and I take in the horrid place.

The stalls were small, just big enough to fit us, a small water trough and a small food trough. There was dirtied hay and horse manure everywhere. They were basically living in their own droppings.

We had barely any food or water and I could tell that we didn't get much physical attention for our coats and hooves. Many of the horses hooves were over grown and obviously bothering them.

I neigh, swearing on my life that I would help every one of them escape. They looked hopeful, looking at me like I was a super hero. I wished I was, but I was just as trapped as they were.

If only I could remember how to shift back. I stomp loudly, noticing they didn't even bother to tend my wounds. I would surely die here soon. This was not the place for a horse shifter, let alone any living creature.

I nicker softly, telling them to rest. I could tell that we had a lot of work to do tomorrow, wether we liked it or not.