Stella Lockheed
Horses.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the magnificent beasts in the stable. They stood there, their powerful frames glistening under the soft sunlight that streamed in through the cracks in the wooden walls. Their muscles rippled beneath sleek coats, and their eyes held an intelligence that sent goosebumps across my skin.
But what really captured my attention, oddly enough, were their teeth. Massive and gleaming white, those teeth could easily crush a watermelon, let alone my teenage bones. I knew, logically, that horses were herbivores, but the sheer size of those incisors had my imagination running wild. If they ever decided to go all carnivore on me, I'd be in big trouble.
As I observed these equestrian giants, my gaze drifted over to Willow. She stood there, ut
