Shadows of the Culling

POV: Cassian

My horse whinnies, tossing his massive head back in a sudden display of anxiety. He sidesteps on the damp forest floor, his iron-shod hooves crunching heavily over a thick bed of fallen leaves. I reach out and pat his thick neck, running my gloved hand along his coarse mane to steady his nerves. He hates the scent of wolf shifters. I cannot say that I blame the beast. He has rarely b