Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

I can’t turn and I’ve no idea why. I’m as weak and powerless as Juan said I was…. because of me, Colton will perish tonight too. He’ll feel this pain, he’ll know I’m suffering and as soon as my heart stops, his will too. I failed to keep my mate safe, by failing to save myself and I don’t deserve his love, his bond.

I’m sorry, my love. You were right. I’m no warrior.

I doubt he’ll even hear me, as along with my ability to turn, my mind link is silent and has been since I lost him upstairs. I close my eyes, trying hard to connect to him, to feel him inside my head one last time, but there is only deathly silence in the recess of my brain as fingers encircle my throat and I wait for the inevitable squeeze to end it all.

My blurry vision focuses in front of me, straining across the lawn in a last-ditch attempt to see the world I’m leaving behind. As he begins to choke the air out of my body, slowly, enjoying the power, savoring it, smug about the lack of my fight because I have nothing left. Truly sick.

My eyes settle on the chaos laid before me, and my heart implodes with what I see, the devastation too much for me to really compute. Tears rolling down my face as sadness numbs out everything else. A quiet peace filling my senses as shock and reality hit, to shield me from the horror of what I’m witnessing.

There are bodies everywhere. The unwanteds, the guardians, side by side, no care as to whether one was important or not. There’s blood, debris, and the lifeless souls of my reject pack, strewn wherever the eye strays. Headless, maimed. Some torn to pieces, some just bleeding out from wounds across their throats and already dead. Dark fluid taints it all, blood in the shadows, stains everything as far as I can see. Chaos everywhere. It’s a massacre we never saw coming, and they hit the weakest in our kingdom, the ones who had no defenses. Most of us were just children, or teenagers, and we never stood a chance.

This is it for us. My story is finally over.

I close my eyes and accept fate, choking slowly, no longer panic strewn but accepting, as blood sours out my sense of taste and I gag and fumble at the grass beneath my palms. Hot and sticky with my own life essence. Struggling to breathe, heart giving in, unable to fight while my body is broken and shattered. Paused and waiting for the final snap to end this agony and suffering.

The sudden wrenching of the hands around my neck makes me spasm in response, so in tune with the final blow, but instead of a relief from this plane to the next, I’m set free. Dropped hastily so my face collides with the damp stinking grass and the taste of my own blood is rammed backward as I inhale it forcefully. My throat released, and the flash of air that wooshes by me turns my gaze to follow impulsively. Weakly following the path of whatever just flew by me.

A black flash of snarling fur, a huge beast in utter rage, taking down the form of the man that held me captive and I can tell it’s Colton as his scent follows on the wind. That instant inner completion only his presence can bring me, and a tiny ounce of my heart is restored. I slump my head down on my cheek to watch him, as I can’t do anything much else.

He’s ruthless, a true warrior, and one of the biggest of the pack as he towers at three times the size of my assaulter on his hind legs. Within seconds, without any obvious effort, or fight, he tears the man apart from limb to limb, no hesitation, as though merely pulling apart a piece of damp paper towel. Scattering him across the back wall in a vile dark red spray of body parts, with an almost explosion like drama.

Snarling, seething so his teeth glint in the moonlight devilishly and he turns viciously, before throwing its head across the courtyard, with enough force that it clears the wall completely. It’s an act of rage and fury, and he throws his own massive head back, letting the most terrifying, stomach churning howl, erupt from deep within his body, alerting his kindreds that they should come.

and flowing smoothly in from all directions to land in the courtyard. Pouring from every avenue into the small space. Flooding all I can see with the forms of wolves of all sizes and shades and packs

are bloody and ripped up, my body is weak, smashed internally, and I can’t feel my legs anymore. So drained of my life force that I’m ebbing away into nothingness. Try as I

gently with massive clawed paws, so I face those glowing ember eyes to fall into his safety and care. He calms from snarling teeth to human

up as carefully as he can and pulling me against him gently, his own pain

can’t warm me as it should

don’t even know how to turn, let alone if I can. It’s like there is a disconnect and my abilities fail me. I muster any willpower I can but

I don’t know how.’ Tears roll down my sodden face as I let out a useless breathy whisper. So ashamed of my own inability to ever be a match for his strength and power. Colton stares at me, his face suddenly straightening as he sobers instantly, he looks to his own hand, curled around my shoulder, an instant twinge of his cheek muscle and then

though I cry out in renewed agony of this new torture and holds me tight. Pain slicing through my wounds as I cry out at what he’s doing, writhing, and shuddering with the sheer pain it inflicts upon me. I push my hands to his chest to beg him to let go, because it’s too much and my body can’t take more. Glass stuck in my wounds, penetrating deeper with the pressure of

to the courtyard. His focus intent as he scans the wall and moves us as fast as he can to the nearest gate. It’s a human run, not hyper speed and he hauls

A change to the weight on my chest and the dull fog of my brain as he skids down to his knees, scraping across the tarmac, taking me down with him as soon as he

of your turning. The pain, the elation of your new form, will it, baby, will it! Turn!” He begs, commands and alpha tones me all at the same time. Desperation in

makes me feel differently, like a suppression is lifted from my soul and my head clears just enough. That internal foggy pain that held me weak moves aside, like lifting a foot from my chest and with a little effort,

and holds it in his loosely, waiting, watching, silently pushing me on with a look of fear in his eye that maybe it’s too late. It

soon as I open my mouth to utter the words ‘I think it’s working’, I arch in his arms and convulse as my body transforms me into the one thing that can save me. Right on the stroke of my human

top of Colton’s naked thighs as I’ve no control over aim. My wolf body ejects all that internal damage, as though somehow healing is just the process of getting rid of the messy bits I no longer need, and

head to foot. Cuts close up, bones crack and reform, my lungs expand fully, enabling me to breathe once more and within minutes, I stand up as though I didn’t just go through hell and near death in the

much out of my wolf to literally save my life and I’m spent. Exhaling with a strangled cry of relief and emotion as everything

relief evident on his face and yanks me close to his chest. Wrapping me up and smoothing his hands over my naked body to check for any sign of unhealed marks. There are none. Wolf healing is incomparable and almost always fully effective. There are only a few things in this world that wolves can’t heal from and none are present tonight. He tugs my face to his throat and hugs me with less panic in his touch, exhaling heavily as he allows himself a moment of relief that warms me to my

them. There are survivors and we have to stop them before we lose them.” He nuzzles his face against my hair before shifting me, making it clear we can’t stay her. He helps me up, pulling me to my feet and leads me bodily, keeping me close, to one of the abandoned trucks that

me into the nearest vehicle, pulling a blanket from the rear and draping it over my naked body as I begin to shiver insanely. I may be healed but my body and mind are going into shock from all that has just taken place and I suddenly feel as though I’m in some sort of a dream. Fully aware his

you. I knew something was wrong. I could feel your confusion, and then your fear. Your pain almost ended me, and I didn’t think I would get here in time… They did something to the house. Soon as I got near it, my wolf form struggled to stay. There’s some sort of noise or frequency around it. It stops us. I could feel it in the garden, but I couldn’t hear it.” He closes my door, jumping in the front of the truck and scrambles around