Last horse shifter

Chapter 6

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*Elena*

Swaying side to side I lifelessly look out at the trees that pass by. My herd and I have been on what the wolves call a trailer for nearly a day now. All the horses including me have been shoot up with more of that stuff that makes us sleepy. I'm miss my freedom already.

My mind kept traveling back to the burnt town. I wondered if that could have been where I came from. If that could have been my family. I also don't understand why they would burn down a town. What could they have done that is so bad that they had to die. That innocent children had to die.

The screams and laughter of children playing broke me from my thoughts. Looking out the side of the trailer I see many small buildings surrounding one massive one. Our speed is much slower now so I could see the children playing, women watching as they play, and wolves walking around. Just the thought of these monsters pisses me off and now I have been captured by them.

I was so focused on the females and their offspring that I didn't even notice that we had completely stopped moving and the men were opening the trailer doors. I watched as the horses stumbled over one another to get out of this strange death trap. I was the last one to get out since I was in the very back and once I was off I took off running. I looked for any way to escape.

I looked quickly to the right when I heard a horrific scream from one of the females. She was calling to a little girl who was inside the inclosed field. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Storm, Phenix's son who is about 7, was charging to the young child.

Normally wild horses wouldn't attack humans because they don't know what their intentions are since wild horses don't see them all the time. So instead they would either keep a safe distance or run away from them. But since they're werewolves there scent smells like a wolf which means danger meaning the stallion will attack the wolf to keep his herd safe.

Knowing this and knowing that the child hasn't done anything wrong, other than stupidly coming in here with wild horses, I had to intervene. I raced over to the child as fast as I could reaching her just before Storm did. Pinning my ears back I reared kicking out my hooves as Storm did the same.

-They're unnatural creature who smell of wolf but don't look like one. They're dangerous and need to be killed.- he called.

-This young one as done nothing and doesn't look dangerous- I screamed back.

-Fine but if it hurts anyone in this herd its on you- he snorted and cantered off.

I turned around to see the small child on the floor with tears running down her face. I put my head down in her lap making her smile and laugh instantly. Seeing the smile on her face and hearing her laugh brought a smile to my face, I felt some sort of connection to her. But it was short lived.

There was a veracious growl and when I looked over the same dark brown wolf from the other day was standing there. He had power that radiated off him and he didn't look happy that I was messing with this child. But I felt the need to protect her at all cost.

The wolf was stalking ever so closely towards me. The child was now on the other side of the fence and running back to the woman's arms and for some odd reason I didn't like her touching that child.

While unfocused the wolf attacked, latching it's self on my back. It brought back a memory of when there was a mountain lion stalking the herd and I was the one who noticed and fought it.

I bucked and reared and though I felt him being tossed around a lot, he managed to stay on. I fell to the ground and rolled in one last attempt to get him off. It worked. He whimpered from pain while I got back up. Just as he was getting up I reared and slammed down hard on the ground but he rolled just out of reach. He circled around to my back side and bit down hard into my leg. I screamed from the pain but managed to kick out and strike him earning a sickening cracking sound.

When I look back I saw he was no longer a wolf but a man. And a very naked one at that. He had a massive buries already formed on right side and blood coming from his head. That must have been where I kicked him at. Many people rushed into the field, dragged him out and carried him off somewhere. Once again, lucky son of a bitch.

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