Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

I lay on the makeshift fur bed I made myself last night, resting on my stomach lazily with a good size of the pelt over the top of me, hands crossed under my chin as I watch the early morning birds peck at the scraps I left on my cooking stone. Dancing around and merrily, eating what little I left behind. The fire has long smoldered out and everything around me is dewy with early morning moisture. Everything still, and peaceful, in the morning glow of a newly rising sun, and oddly still. I made it through another night, and I’m still here, waking with a better mood with every day this pans out.

I didn’t find a cave or shelter last night, so curled up in the bear pelt, that took me a full four days to scrape and clean and dry out in the sun on the hottest rocks I could find. I’m no expert in tanning, or preserving pelts, but it works enough, even if it’s a bit stiff and smelly, and it’s worth lugging with me every day, despite the added bulk and weight. I sliced it into four manageable sizes for rolling and binding on my back, two for under me at night, spread out like a thin mattress with some comfort, one rolls up as a make shift pillow, be it a stiff one, and is currently off to one side, and the largest piece I flip fur down and lay over me as a weatherproof blanket, covering on top of the single blanket I carry with me. It keeps me dry anyway, because I don’t need the warmth, but I do like the coziness it provides me, even in caves. It gives me a sense of security, and not feeling as exposed when caught in a black surround made of slightly rough fur.

I’ve been sleeping a little better since that battle. I don’t know if it’s because I learned something about my own strength, and it boosted my confidence, or if it was just having some slight comfort to use as bedding, and the knowledge I did this all by myself, that helps me sleep a little easier. My senses are not as unstable and panic wired lately, and I feel less on edge.

I mean, I still keep one eye open at all times and stay alert, but I’m not as nervy as I was, and I don’t feel quite so bereft in terms of low mood. I feel capable, like I’ve gotten through the worst and I know I can do this. A newfound self-respect in my own capability, that’s changing my whole outlook. Maybe skinning a bear and dealing with that disgustingness showed me I have way more stomach than I thought I did.

I’m learning to turn at will too, improving that ability and can almost turn in my sleep now without a second thought. Easy as breathing the more I do it, and I can sustain it for longer as my stamina builds. I can even turn singular parts, like my hand, without a full body turn, which means I’m gaining the control I needed. Like Colton, who uses his eyes to warn when he doesn’t want to use his alpha gift, or turn fully … I’m learning how to do it. I can physically feel when I make my eyes change now.

fully inspect myself, I can’t tell if I am losing grey. It sounds stupid, but I think my grey fur is falling out, or getting lighter, and I don’t know why. My legs, I’m certain were fully grey, but now, my feet are white too, and I don’t know if maybe

blue and cloudless, with no hints of bad weather or rain like a few days back. A great day for an early start, and as I’ve come up against some uphill terrain in

it was the newfound self confidence in my abilities, maybe it was the adrenalin clouding my brain, but I decided to embrace my gut instinct and head east, just like my gut kept telling me to do. It’s not like I have anyone dictating otherwise, or any destination

see which direction the mountain lay, I surveyed the land and noted that south was taking me towards clear landscape, fields, and open lands with the hints of a town or city ahead. East was taking me into the mountains, with dense woods, a

new direction, something inside of me stopped praying on my thoughts, constantly filling me with a sense of wrong and despair. It’s almost like I answered something that had been bugging me, and maybe I should just embrace the fact my instincts were telling me east made more sense. Which it does, even if I’m no longer heading away from the mountain, but sort of parallel

fire, and let some dry out in the sun before it went down, so I don’t need to stop for food today at all. I can eat the semi cured or dried meats and push on. I also packed enough raw in my backpack for later. Now I have a goal in mind, and a new plan, I’m raring to go. The sense of feeling lost is momentarily quiet and it’s a good feeling to have respite in

hyper speed with no fear of being seen. There are no people, but the