He couldn’t move, his feet frozen in place as a chill crept up his spine. For months, he had imagined this moment—Thunder returning home, galloping across the fields like nothing had ever happened. “But this” he thought while faced against the dark entity, “this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.”
Thunder stood calmly, flicking his tail, his large, dark eyes reflecting the dying light of the evening. George swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears. He had expected Thunder to be anxious, maybe even skittish, after being gone for so long. But the stallion wasn’t the slightest bit agitated.