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“I’m not going to stop you.”

I wasn’t sure I believed him, but I wanted to.

“Okay.”

“Okay then. How about some food before you hit the road?”

My stomach grumbled loudly at the mention of food.

Sam smirked. “I thought so. I’ll have a tray sent in.”

He finally set my shoes down next to my backpack before leaving the room only to return a few minutes later with a tray piled high with a hot meal.

I moaned at the scent of it.

Pot roast.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen so much food for one meal. He placed the tray on a table next to the bed and then repositioned it in front of me.

“This smells divine,” I muttered.

“It is. So enjoy.”

I dove in without having to be told twice, not remembering the last time I truly ate. The sandwiches the horse had left me had been fine, but nothing as satisfying as this.

I wondered what had happened to the horse named Clementine. She’d never returned and that seemed odd. Maybe I really couldn’t command large animals.

A few more bites in and I started to yawn. My head felt heavy as a warmth flowed through my body from head to toe. It took me a minute to realize what was happening.

“You drugged me,” I accused Sam. My words were slurred as my tongue felt thick.

“I’m sorry. You can’t go yet. I really am sorry. Just rest. Everything will be okay.”

I drifted off as he spoke, back into the darkness, but this time without the pain.

Brady

Chapter 6

I laid on a bale of hay staring up at the ceiling of the barn. Clementine was still restless after her run through town two days ago. I hadn’t left her side since.

It had been quite the whirlwind of confusion and I was grateful for my brothers who had stepped up to pick up my slack around the farm, even if they did think I’d lost my mind.

They just couldn’t understand what I was going through and who could blame them?

My mate was a horse.

“Just shift already,” I begged her.

She had to be a shifter, right? So why the hell wouldn’t she shift and talk to me? Didn’t she realize how crazy she was making me?

Yet all she seemed to want to do was get away from me.

At first Austin had helped me track her down in town. She was snooping around shops and when we found her she had a saddle full of clothes, food, and first aid supplies. No one could seem to explain just how this had happened. One person even tried to say she saw a raccoon in town helping her.

It was like the entire town had lost their minds.

I looked over at the horse. Was it wrong that I didn’t really feel that connected to her? Was the bond something that grew with time?