Gabi headed for the stable. Even from a distance she could see Brigadier peering inquisitively over his stable door, ears pricked in anticipation. When she got to him, Gabi felt her stress levels drop as she stroked the warmblood's dark-brown neck. She had been feeling an unease since arriving on this guest farm deep in the forests near Plettenberg Bay. But her sister had thought it best to get away from home to try to reconnect with their estranged father. Exploring the woods with Brigadier was all she wanted to do . . . but should she have paid closer attention to the locals' talk about nightwalkers? And could a week really be long enough to get to know someone?
