Betty POV
Enzo was funny, he had no clue how to talk to me, he was stumbling over asking what my favorite things were, and I had to take over after a while and give him some leads. I was never so glad to see us so close to the trees and take a break from trying to make conversation on the back of a horse. I am sure Nelly was laughing at us as well. She was smarter than most and could pick up if I was angry or not. I don’t know how she does it. Maybe it has something to do with being a shifter, but no other person's horse picks things up as quickly as she does. I am so proud of her. She struggled as a foal after her mother died not long after she was born. Some wild dogs attacked her while she was at her weakest. I was so sad when that happened. Her mother was my favorite, and I begged Dad
