Thunder was galloping now, his powerful strides carrying him farther and farther away. The strange creature, still ahead, was leading him somewhere—George didn’t know where, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was keeping up, not letting them vanish into the night.
As they reached the edge of the field, George’s heart lurched. The terrain was rougher here, the grass giving way to patches of rock and shrubbery. His mind raced. Thunder could easily hurt himself if he wasn’t careful. George knew the land well, but in the dark, it was treacherous.