He was so fast--! Wyrsa barely had time to register the stallion's movement when she felt his teeth on her side. The pain was exquisite and forced the mare to her knees. Thankfully the Skinwalker had vanished into the night, and she no longer needed to keep up appearances. Only now could she go over how incredibly scary the whole encounter had been, how nervewracking and stressful.
Thank the gods that dealing with Tloc was simpler. Wyrsa levered herself onto her feet with great difficulty. It would be a long walk back to familiar territory, and she was in no condition for another meeting of any kind.
But she would remember this. And maybe, someday, she'd be able to get her revenge on the hated male Skinwalker.
