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The moment we moved out of Connor’s line of sight, Vanessa’s sweet facade vanished like morning mist under a hot sun. Her violet eyes grew cold as she responded flatly, “Yeah, it’s fine.”
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I didn’t mind this abrupt shift in demeanor. In fact, I found this blunt honesty preferable to the forced intimacy she had displayed earlier. At least now I knew where we stood.
“For beginners, posture matters most,” I explained, maintaining my gentle tone. “Sit upright in the saddle.”
I handed her the reins, continuing my instruction. “To make the horse walk, don’t pull back hard. Loosen the tension so the horse feels less pressure-it will then move forward naturally.”
Vanessa complied, lightly gripping the reins with her left hand while keeping her right hand tightly closed. Moonbeam responded to the subtle cue, obediently walking forward at a leisurely pace.
“That horse’s name is Moonbeam,” I said softly, stroking the mare’s neck affectionately. “She’s very gentle, so don’t be afraid.”
“Is that so?” Vanessa’s voice was icy, tinged with a strange undertone that made me glance up sharply.
“Don’t worry. I’m right here, nothing bad will happen,” I reassured her warmly, choosing to ignore the odd note in her voice.
Vanessa curled her lips into a faint, unreadable smile. “Well, thank you so much.”
The words dripped with false gratitude, but I chose to ignore that too. This was about teaching her the basics of riding, not about becoming best friends.
“If you want her to move faster, gently squeeze her flanks with your calves,” I continued with my instruction. “The more pressure, the faster she’ll go. When she starts running, remember to relax your legs.”
I looked up at Vanessa, noticing that she seemed distracted, her attention focused on something I couldn’t discern. Her right hand remained suspiciously closed, as if holding something.
“Understand?” I asked, seeking confirmation.
“Yes,” Vanessa answered succinctly, her attention clearly elsewhere.
We gradually moved farther from our starting point, following a gentle path that curved around a copse of trees. Vanessa grew increasingly focused on something I couldn’t see, her posture tense despite the gentle rhythm of Moonbeam’s gait.
“How does it feel so far?” I asked, trying to engage her. “Isn’t riding exhilarating?”
“Mm, it’s alright,” Vanessa replied perfunctorily, barely acknowledging my question.
The sun had begun its descent toward the horizon, casting dazzling hues of orange and pink across the sky. A soft breeze swept across the vast grassland, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers. I found myself relaxing into the moment despite
Vanessa’s cold demeanor.
“What a beautiful day,” I sighed contentedly, admiring the sunset.
After we had walked for about fifteen minutes, I decided it was time to return. Vanessa had mastered the basics of sitting and guiding the horse, and Moonbeam had been perfectly behaved throughout the lesson.
“We should head back now,” I said, gently tugging on the bridle to turn Moonbeam around.
Vanessa’s lips curved into a cryptic smile, her demeanor shifting to something that made me suddenly uneasy. There was a predatory gleam in her violet eyes that sent a chill down my spine.
In the next instant, chaos erupted.
I caught a glimpse of Vanessa’s quick movement toward Moonbeam’s flank, but before I could react, the normally docile mare suddenly reared and bolted uncontrollably. It was as if she had gone mad, charging forward wildly with a panicked whinny.
Vanessa clung desperately to the reins, her terrified screams piercing the air. “Ah! Help! Help me!”
I froze in shock, my mind blank with disbelief. How could gentle Moonbeam suddenly turn violent? The mare had never behaved like this in all the years I had known her.
The entire incident unfolded within mere seconds-too fast for me to grasp the reins or intervene in any way. Moonbeam was already galloping away at full speed, with
Vanessa bouncing precariously in the saddle.
As my brain rebooted from the shock, I quickly pulled out my phone and called the stable’s emergency rescue team, my heart racing with panic and guilt.
“Emergency at the east field!” I shouted into the phone. “Runaway horse with a beginner rider! Send help immediately!”
Vanessa, after being recklessly carried for some distance, finally released her grip and tumbled dramatically onto the grassy plain. She rolled far away from the crazed horse, which kept galloping in panic toward the tree line.
She appeared to land hard, her body limp on the ground as I watched in horror. Even from this distance, I could see that she wasn’t moving..
“Oh my God,” I gasped, breaking into a run toward her fallen form. “Vanessa!”
The rescue staff arrived swiftly in an all-terrain vehicle; medical equipment at the ready. They reached Vanessa before I could, quickly assessing her condition and hoisting her onto a stretcher.
Connor and the others must have heard the commotion, as they came galloping over the rise, faces dark with worry. Connor dismounted in one fluid motion before his horse had fully stopped, rushing to his foster sister’s side.
Seeing Vanessa’s condition-pale, seemingly unconscious, with a trickle of blood from a cut on her forehead-Connor’s brows knit tightly. His jaw clenched as he spoke quietly to the medical staff.
Then his gaze turned sharp as he fixed on me. The intensity of his ice-blue my stomach drop with dread. eyes made
I returned his look in a daze, my eyes clouded in confusion and helpless panic.
(Olivia’s POV) followed the rescue team out of Crescent Moon Stables in a daze. My mind kept replaying the horrifying moment when Moonbeam suddenly went wild, throwing
Vanessa to the ground. Nothing made sense.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grounds as Rebecca and Lily rushed toward me, their faces etched with concern.
“Liv!” Lily grabbed my hand, her fingers squeezing mine tightly. “What happened? Are you okay?”
I stared at her, still struggling to process the chaos of the past few minutes. My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears.
“I don’t know either. Just now, Vanessa asked me to teach her to ride. Everything was fine, then suddenly Moonbeam went crazy. Vanessa was thrown off and looks badly hurt.”
Rebecca’s brow furrowed as she glanced toward the stables where staff members were attempting to calm the still-agitated Moonbeam.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” she said slowly. “Moonbeam always gets monthly check-ups. The stable hands had her examined again this morning before bringing her out – all indicators were normal. How could she suddenly go mad?”
Lily’s grip on my hand tightened, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“Could it be Vanessa’s doing? I remember she insisted on Alpha Connor teaching her at first, she never liked you. Why would she suddenly want you to teach her?”
The question hung in the air between us. I hadn’t considered that possibility, but now that Lily mentioned it, Vanessa’s behavior had been strange from the start.
Rebecca turned as one of the stable hands approached us. “We’ve subdued Moonbeam and given her a tranquilizer,” he reported. “We’ll do a thorough examination to figure out what triggered her.”
Rebecca nodded, then turned back to me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Liv, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault.”
Her words were meant to comfort, but they only intensified the confusion swirling inside me. If it wasn’t my fault, and it wasn’t Moonbeam’s natural behavior, then what had happened?
My gaze drifted in the direction where the rescue team had disappeared with Vanessa. I recalled her strange smile just before Moonbeam went wild. That smile hadn’t been fearful or nervous-it had been almost… anticipatory.
A cold realization washed over me. Had Vanessa orchestrated this entire incident?
But why would she go to such extremes?
Then I remembered Connor’s penetrating gaze after the accident-the silent questions in his ice-blue eyes. Understanding dawned with sickening clarity.
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