Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

I sit staring at the little fire I pulled together in the basin of the clearing I managed to find. My ass on a fallen rotten tree, feet at either side of my rock circled mini campfire. Somewhere caught in the unremarkable depths of another dense dark wood, in the middle of nowhere, that is not as far from the mountain as I would like it to be. Sunny today, with no breeze and the atmosphere has an almost serene calm to it.

I’m far enough that fires no longer make me nervous, even when sat in an open clearing like this, as I doubt anyone would see the smoke now. No idea anymore on where I am, only know how to go back to where I came from.

That’s the thing about us… we can always find our way back to places we’ve been or left, but without a map, I have no idea how far I am from where I started, or where I am if someone asked me. It all started to look the same to me after only two days and finding landmarks in almost identical forests is not that easy. I have to keep climbing trees to check where the mountain is on the horizon, so I stay heading south of it.

Lord knows I would probably end up U turning accidentally and heading back if I didn’t. I don’t seem to have a sense of direction that I’m sure most wolves should. I just have this constant pull to go home and I’m not convinced it’s fully because of homesickness.

Sierra’s dream keeps haunting me, even in daylight now too, and for some reason, keeps replaying whenever I have to make a choice in direction, swaying in the canopy and gazing at the miles around me. More than once, I’ve noticed that when I come to a crossroad in my path choosing, she becomes prominent in my mind and my gut tries to pull me east. Not even back to her son, but off to the left into the unknown. I’m not sure it’s related, or why my mind keeps wandering that way.

I’ve wondered what would happen if I said screw it and just went that way, more than once, but I know it’s probably nothing more than my being dumb and imagining it. I’m lost, emotionally, physically, so it’s no wonder my mind is trying to give me some sort of guidance, or fake purpose, to get me out of this funk.

My plan was always south, my instincts keep on trying to sway me away from the south and I shouldn’t ignore my gut, but if my instincts are as faulty as the fates, I’m better off ignoring them completely. Look how wrong they were about Colton. He did it … ignored them despite our bond. He marked a mate and forgot about me. In the end I guess, it wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. He just needed me to get out of his way.

South is where my mother said her family came from, not that I know much about them as she never really spoke of her roots the way my father did. My mother was not a Radstone wolf, nor a Whyte pack. She came from somewhere else, shrouded in mystery, and always said meeting my father was fated and magical, but never really told us the details or expanded on it.

invested in love stories, so I never pushed. Father would shrug and tell us that their story was much like any other and brush it away, evasive, but then he wasn’t the gushy romantic type. I do know that she said she came from a place where the weather was

family, and my mother, she just never brought hers up. We didn’t really talk about it. My family was small, due to my father being an only child, born late in my grandparents mating life, and older generations had passed away in my early life before I knew them. Wolves live longer than humans, but not

a pup to see their parents in wolf form when you live on a peaceful settled farm growing vegetables and raising cattle. Turning used to be a personal thing when there was no need. Like a recreational

she was a snow-white wolf, and that was mentioned enough over the years as though it was a

and I wish Meadow told me more about the legends, or that the Shaman had taken time to talk to me.

the same temperatures to survive. We can feel it, we can enjoy being warm and cosy, but we can sleep in freezing surroundings and not get sick. And if we do, we turn and voila, healed. I’m not worried about getting ill or injured out here as long as I

I can hide and avoid it as much as

on the dark shadowy depths of the trees in the direction it came impulsively. Breath pausing, heart rate increasing, as my adrenalin insta-spikes and I train everything on that one spot, poised like I’m ready to bolt, and my butt hovers over the log I was previously perched on. I catch sight of a

running around, some tree creaking, the babbling of water, or the rustling of the wind. It’s noisy as hell, and when darkness moves in, it turns spooky and thick with atmosphere, and feels like a million eyes come alive. None of those are anything to really worry about, but try telling my hyper senses and scared, stupid, young girl mind. I should give myself a break though, and lighten up a little, I mean, it’s been eighteen years of being a shadow in a pack who maybe didn’t want us, but they met our needs and kept us relatively safe. Well, minus that one night. Now I’m on my own and responsible for my own safety, it’s okay

even though I should still be walking, something in me said it’s time to stop for a while and just ponder stuff for a day or two. I feel like I earned it, and after patrolling this area earlier, I don’t think I’m encroaching any pack territories. I’m shielded here, and there’s a water source literally a few feet away,

a spot near my makeshift bedroom for the night, managed to haul out some of the rabbit I caught in my last turn and didn’t feel like eating, out of my backpack. I started a fire in an attempt to make a real meal

the hottest part of the ash. If I can pretend I’m doing

miss having a soft bed, and a safe room to close off at night, and not worry about always having one eye open. I miss the noise of the others in other rooms, and down corridors, I miss Meadow and the sub pack, and

I miss him more than everything else combined, and then some. Even if I hate him for all of this, and will never forgive him for marking Carmen, I can still admit my need hasn’t wavered in any