Roisin
The mare beneath me suddenly tensed beneath the saddle, her powerful frame going rigid like a coiled spring. Her ears flicked sharply back, nostrils flaring, as though she had caught wind of something no one else could sense. My hands tightened instinctively around the reins.
Something wasn’t right.
A low thrum of dread twisted in my chest. I could feel the shift in her energy, subtle at first, then increasingly erratic. Her hooves danced restlessly beneath me. She tossed her head with a sharp snort, her muscles twitching beneath my thighs like she wanted to bolt.
“Olivine, something’s wrong,” I called out, struggling to keep my voice steady. But it was thin, laced with alarm.
Olivine turned toward me immediately. I saw the concern flash in his eyes, the way his body shifted i
