SO I was looking through my computer to look at some of my older shit that I created, when I stumbled upon a book that I was gonna work on way back in 2015. It was so cringy that I decided to do a rewrite, a year and a half later. 

The stories surround the same characters but with a different story and I changed the title. They are fairly short so it shouldn't be too much of a hassle to read or anything, and feedback is appreciated.

***Note: the older version is literally just copied and pasted, so excuse any spelling errors in that section

        The Alpha's Horse – 11/6/15

   Standing in the stables was agonizing. They didn't even open my paddock for me to at least get a smell of fresh air. I was locked away, with idiotic stallions that tried to buck the walls down. I considered shifting, but I didn't want to get caught or anything. The stable hands were watching me closely, although I had no idea why. I mean... I'm totally not a shifter...

   I heard growling and barking from just outside the stable, and apparently the stable hands did too. They looked out the stable, and stood. I stomped my hooves grumpily, curiosity bubbling up inside of me. I suddenly pulled an 'angry horse' move and bucked the walls of my stable twice. I heard footsteps sound, in the direction of my stable. A stable hand, for sure.

   "Bring her into the pasture," he said to someone somewhere out of my view. "Make sure that she isn't flirting with the stallions." I wanted to snort, so very badly, but I didn't want to act 'non-horse'. Normally I'd let her have a turn at the body, but she would do something stupid.

   I felt the lead rope clip onto my halter, and the stable door open. I was led out, where I saw a dark-haired beauty. No, it wasn't my 'Other half', no, horses didn't get those. They were all free-range. Any horse gets any horse. Though I, myself, was very much attracted to this... werewolf.

   I nudge his shirt, inhaling his scent warily, before raising my head, and following him toward the large pasture behind the house of the pack. Everything was quiet. This man did not talk to me, or coo at me in anyway. Though as he passes the gate to the pasture, I grew immediately suspicious.

   Before I knew what was happening, he had leaped onto my back, and eagerly nudged me forward, though it was gentle. Despite the gesture, I jump in surprise, my horse-self rearing, before running eagerly off. I could feel my gray mane being gripped in his fingers, though I didn't care. The halter was hanging annoyingly off my neck, but I didn't care. I was free.

    Though growling and barking from behind me shook me into fear. Silently hoping that my rider knew how to ride a horse, I leap very swiftly over the creek that bordered the two packs. I could hear the wolves howling some unknown language from behind me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

   "Alright, ho," the man on my back murmurs. I stop abruptly, and he leaps off. And shifts.

   I leap back in surprise, letting out a winey of surprise.

   "Sh... It's alright," he says in his wolfish tone. I snort.

   "You're going to eat me, of course it's not alright!" I reply sharply, stumbling as I step on the lead rope. He looked as equally surprised as I did from my outburst.

   "You... you just talked..." I could hear his bones pop, as he was about to shift. I flinch.

   "Nooooo... I mean... Neigh..." I reply, before swiftly taking a step back. He grasps my lead rope, and holds me in place. I snort, tossing my head. 

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Purely Chosen – 3/27/17

   The dark, dusty stable was all that I recall from my young life. Sections of sunlight had broken through the worn and rotting panels of wood, cobweb dripping from the ceiling above my head. I never paid much attention to it, though. My only concern would be that my mother was close.
   Now I was back, the hanging webs touching the tips of my dark ears, which were perked and focused toward the conversation just outside of my stall. My nose poked gently between the thick, steel bars that kept me in the small cage. I felt like a prisoner. I was a prisoner.
   "...a shame we had to lose him," a voice murmured quietly down the aisle. "That damned horse better be worth it."
   I pulled my head away, as a tall figure strode briskly in front of my stall, and I retreated to the back of the stall. My flank was pressed tightly against the wall, and my eyes were wide and whites showing. 

   I remembered faintly what they were speaking of down the hall. When they were chasing after me along the forest edge just days ago, an idiotic young male wolf had leaped at my hind, the perfect spot for a deadly kick. I had hit him with both barrels, releasing a worried scream to my herd, even though I knew they would not come to my rescue.
   The wolf had been flung into a thick oak tree, his spine crunching upon impact. That had only seemed to fuel the other pack members' rage and intent, and their speed quickened and yelps intensifying.

   I was pulled abruptly from my train of thought, by the wicked grin being flashed in my direction from the thickly-built male standing in front of my stall. "It's been a few days," he began, tilting his head. Yes, he was crazy. Insane. Why was he talking to a horse, a stupid prey animal, an animal he probably had eaten for breakfast last week? I mentally shivered at the thought. "Shall we begin?"
   I couldn't exactly comprehend what he was saying. But I knew what he requested from me, as he pushed open the stall, slowly... so slowly...
   Because they had thrown me into my prison with the rope still tied firmly to my neck, and tight halter squeezed to my face, he caught me easily. I made an attempt to swing around him and shove the stall door open and run, but he was smarter than that. He caught my rope, disengaged my hind quarters and backed me up into the stall wall using a clawed hand against my chin.
   His glowing honey-colored eyes told me enough, that he was hungry for control. The black flecks at the edge of his pupil were only visible to my caramel browns, because his face was so close to mine. His teeth were grit, fangs poking against a plump bottom lip as he fought with me in the corner of the twelve-by-twelve feet compartment.
   I threw my head away, but he was too quick for that as well. He pulled my nose painfully to the side, before using a foot to push open the stall door. I felt my muscles tense, ready to leap out and book it out of the barn and to freedom. Which I did.

   The roofed arena had a red-colored ground, the soil soft on my hooves as I stepped inside. The wolf-man had seemed to calm down, but I was still wildly hopping and waving my front pair at him threateningly. He ended that with a quick kick to my shoulder, causing me to stumble to the side. I screamed, a high whiny that echoed through the barn walls. I received no response.
   My attempt to escape had been a failure. The barn doors were closed and locked when I pushed myself out, leaving me corned with the werewolf to approach, his arms folded and eyebrow raised. Despite my ears being pinned, the threatening rearing as he approached, and the loud and desperate shrieks that I made, he had seemed to control me into the arena.
   Now I stood, prancing around in an attempt for an escape route. A click behind me startled me, and I whipped away from the lead rope. The halter popped against my nose, causing me to pull away even harder.
   The figure had closed the gate, and was now reaching toward my face. He snatched my halter when I attempted to pull away, but I soon felt it loosening suddenly the more tension I put in the rope with my attempts of escape.
   He stepped away quickly, yanking the rope contraption from my nose, leaving me free. But my feet did not want to move, for fear that he would do something if they did.
   He looked up at me, eyes now a cold light blue, and then tilted his head. "You broke the halter," he stated, holding up the flimsy thing with an index finger. The buckle had snapped, and tore from the top section that normally went behind my ears. He turned away, muttering something with irritation clear in his voice as he exited the arena through a small door that I could not fit through. 
   I stood, stiff and still, my eyes still wild and my head raised. Even with the wolf gone, I still felt at watch by an unseen predator, causing every instinct to kick in and wash over me at once. Fight. Flight. Freeze. I let out a breath.

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Aaaand that is all! Hope you guys enjoyed. I would've made the new version longer, but I have an essay that's due on Friday that I've been procrastinating. This probably won't be a book, but I'd like to think I could maybe make something out of it (werewolf and animal-shifting books aren't really my thing but I've always loved both wolves and horses and I wanted to use them in a book or something.

The original's summary: Your generic horse-shifter gets caught by your generic douchey wolf pack that turns out to be not-so-douchey. She develops an attraction toward your average 'lone wolf' dude, and he helps her escape. They end up being caught again, and since only this wolf guy can work with her (she was a shifter so she was gonna be the alpha wolf's horse) the alpha let him live to train and exercise her etc.

The redone's summary: A mare borne of a bachelor stallion and a mare from her herd, had lived her first months of life in a stable. The people released her and her mother when she was 8 months old, and she had been living her beginning 17 years of life freely. This was odd for a horse, as she still had the build of a 3 year old filly, and she outlived most from her herd by the time she reached her sixteenth spring.

On one uneventful day, she has been recaptured, and placed back in the same barn she had been in so long ago. Except instead of the loving and tender humans that cared for her when she was a young filly, rough-hearted and cold werewolves had claimed the land and trapped the horse in their hold. In this time of being captive, she meets a very cunning and temperamental 23 year old wolf. 

Though the beginning is a very rough start for the two, she slowly begins to build her trust with him, and he gradually starts to openly show compassion and tender-heartedness. Meanwhile, significant pieces of the mare's story begin to unlock and reveal themselves, and deadly secrets will be discovered about her new-found companion. 

  #ifyouknowmewellenoughyoullknowsomeonesgonnabegay  

I think it'd be a pretty interesting book?? You'd have to tell me what you think. I'm planning on some good good fluff and happiness with a mixture of angst and tearing peoples' hearts out. 

That is all. I gotta get back to my gross essay rippo