SO I was looking through my computer to look at some of my older shit that I created, when I stumbled upon a book that I was gonna work on way back in 2015. It was so cringy that I decided to do a rewrite, a year and a half later.
The stories surround the same characters but with a different story and I changed the title. They are fairly short so it shouldn't be too much of a hassle to read or anything, and feedback is appreciated.
***Note: the older version is literally just copied and pasted, so excuse any spelling errors in that section
The Alpha's Horse – 11/6/15
Standing in the stables was agonizing. They didn't even open my paddock for me to at least get a smell of fresh air. I was locked away, with idiotic stallions that tried to buck the walls down. I considered shifting, but I didn't want to get caught or anything. The stable hands were watching me closely, although I had no idea why. I mean... I'm totally not a shifter...
I heard growling and barking from just outside the stable, and apparently the stable hands did too. They looked out the stable, and stood. I stomped my hooves grumpily, curiosity bubbling up inside of me. I suddenly pulled an 'angry horse' move and bucked the walls of my stable twice. I heard footsteps sound, in the direction of my stable. A stable hand, for sure.
"Bring her into the pasture," he said to someone somewhere out of my view. "Make sure that she isn't flirting with the stallions." I wanted to snort, so very badly, but I didn't want to act 'non-horse'. Normally I'd let her have a turn at the body, but she would do something stupid.
I felt the lead rope clip onto my halter, and the stable door open. I was led out, where I saw a dark-haired beauty. No, it wasn't my 'Other half', no, horses didn't get those. They were all free-range. Any horse gets any horse. Though I, myself, was very much attracted to this... werewolf.
I nudge his shirt, inhaling his scent warily, before raising my head, and following him toward the large pasture behind the house of the pack. Everything was quiet. This man did not talk to me, or coo at me in anyway. Though as he passes the gate to the pasture, I grew immediately suspicious.
Before I knew what was happening, he had leaped onto my back, and eagerly nudged me forward, though it was gentle. Despite the gesture, I jump in surprise, my horse-self rearing, before running eagerly off. I could feel my gray mane being gripped in his fingers, though I didn't care. The halter was hanging annoyingly off my neck, but I didn't care. I was free.
Though growling and barking from behind me shook me into fear. Silently hoping that my rider knew how to ride a horse, I leap very swiftly over the creek that bordered the two packs. I could hear the wolves howling some unknown language from behind me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Alright, ho," the man on my back murmurs. I stop abruptly, and he leaps off. And shifts.
I leap back in surprise, letting out a winey of surprise.
"Sh... It's alright," he says in his wolfish tone. I snort.
"You're going to eat me, of course it's not alright!" I reply sharply, stumbling as I step on the lead rope. He looked as equally surprised as I did from my outburst.
"You... you just talked..." I could hear his bones pop, as he was about to shift. I flinch.
"Nooooo... I mean... Neigh..." I reply, before swiftly taking a step back. He grasps my lead rope, and holds me in place. I snort, tossing my head.
