I clung to Philip, not certain we were going the right way. Not until he froze, staring at a massive set of gates. He backed up, shaking his head. I knew then we had the right spot. The horse was smarter than I was. He would not act this way unless truly terrified. The gates didn't look like much. Maybe once they had been lavish and spectacular¸ but now they were dirty and covered in vines. A growl from behind startled me. I turned, seeing glowing yellow eyes in the dark bushes a ways down the path. I jumped down and ran for the gates, squeaking them open and dragging the protesting Philip inside. He neighed and bucked but I didn't relent. I closed the gates as several timber wolves jumped from the bushes and ran at the fence. They snarled and spat but couldn't make it inside. I jumped back, shaking as I grabbed Philip and leaped onto his back, scrambling into the saddle and jerking him to life.
