Dinner was done in less than ten minutes. My mother called me down and I rushed downstairs to eat.
"Hey dad." I said as I got down there he was already sitting at the head of the table where he belong as our leader and stallion.
"Evening Stella. How was your day?" He said ruffling my hair.
I glared at him as I fixed it, "fine, I wish I had friends to play with!" I whined.
"You know the reason perfectly well why we don't go to activity." He look at me sternly.
"We can't go cause of people hoping to hunt us down and breed us and experiment on us," I said with a sigh, "and we have a male horse after Moma and maybe his offsprings for me. I can handle myself though dad!" I whined again.
"No and that is final stop pestering, this is for your safety and your mothers." He said. We started to eat myself grumpily staring at the food while eating.
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Not So Foal Anymore Book 2
FantasyStella has grown her mother a horse shifter as her father. She feels closed off striving for freedom from rules that are meant to keep her safe. The rules are in place for a black stallion tried to take Stella's mom as a mate he was also a shifter...
