HELENA
I groaned and brushed the drop of sweat from my forehead. I had already finished cleaning up each stall and had put all the dirty hay in big trash bags. Now, I was plunging a pitchfork through a stack of fresh hay and placing it in the horse’s stall. I still had a long way to go and it had already been hours since I started.
I could have been about to finish if it weren’t for the fact that I felt like I needed to keep an eye on the animals. They were grazing outside, happily. They hadn’t even been startled by the presence of a newcomer, not even a werewolf.
It had worried me that Morgana didn’t have any fences on her property, I was afraid her animals would run off if I let them out of my sight, even if it was for just a second. Which was why I was hesitant to leave them alone
