* Bree's POV*
We were walking along the plain and I decided to try to break out. I was already separated from my family and nothing mattered more then to see them again. I reared and bucked but nothing worked. It only resulted in getting whipped.
"Come on girl.. Just admit it. You're defeated. Just come with us and you'll have no problem. Be a good little mare. " one of the riders said.
I think that that was what set me over the edge. I.AM.NOT.LITTLE !!
And I am most certainly not GOOD.
I am a shifter. I am wild. And I always will be.
I won't be owned.
I reared up and I could tell that it shocked them. They didn't expect this from me. They thought I agreed with them? Idiots. What I didn't expect was for them the have a tranq. That was just uncalled for. Well...maybe I did deserve it.. I did kick one of them in the face.
Whoops?
I hear the cock of the gun and heard a whoosh as the dart hit me in the neck. Ouch?
Darkness.
••••
The men's laughter.
Fear. Cries. Pain. Blood. Neighs. Callings.
One word.
Doom.
Two more words.
Help me.
The crack of the whip. The hammer as another horse was sold. Me rearing. Another dart.
Darkness again. Peace... For a bit.
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The Captured Shifter
Teen FictionBree comes from a family of horse shifters. After being separated from her family and sold, she does not know what is going to happen. Through many ups and downs- meeting her mate, having someone steal him from her, and being sold again, she doesn't...
