I stopped dead in my tracks and lowered my head in greeting. He by the scent was very powerful. He looked to be ruffly my age or a year or 2 older. He was absolutely terrifying and I dare not make a move that would set him off. He looked like a brother of mine that had been supposedly killed by werewolfs. I couldn't be possible though.
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I just want to be free...
Teen FictionEver felt that you just want to be free again. Well that's me. I am a two year old palomino mare and a proud one at that. My name is spirit. I am the leader of a heard that contains 32 horses and 3 foals. I am a horse shifter but can not change back...
