Laken’s POV
Harry was waiting for us at the barn when we arrived. He had three horses ready: a black stud that had to be his, and two mares, a palomino and a fiery sorrel. The grooms were tacking up a few more horses for my guards, and the rest of the guards would shift into their wolves and Lycans and run alongside us.
“She is beautiful,” Laramie cooed over the palomino mare. Her coat shone like a gold nugget, with a bald white face and two stockings on her front legs. The mare also had two blue eyes.
“She is yours,” Harry announced to my sister. “And this one is yours, Laken.” He pointed to the sorrel, and she was beautiful. She was copper-red, with a blaze down her face, and three white socks. The mare snorted as I walked up to her and pawed the ground. This one definitely has some s
