Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

“What? Why? Do you think I’m lying?” The sudden rise of emotion in him has me on edge too, and the panic that I’m scaring my only ray of light to escape away. He appears to be running away, but as he turns to me, to close the door, the tear I catch in his eye silences me and he pauses, taking a deep breath and lowering his hands. The open door between us keeping us a couple of feet apart, but his sadness overwhelms me.

“Eight years of silence… eight years watching her sleep. Eight years hoping that one day the things she said, I’d accept that my friend had lost her mind completely. Eight years…. and I convinced myself that her visions and stories were that of a mad woman, broken by battle which convinced her that her mate was an evil player in some bigger plan, and her confinement here was a betrayal to silence her. Eight years justifying that she was better asleep, than to be tortured by her own illness of the mind.” I don’t know if he’s saying it to me, or to himself, his eyes not on me, just glazed and distant as a single tear rolls down his cheek and I’m so very confused.

“I don’t understand. You said she was fine… upstairs…. She’s been here longer than eight years…. Colton said nine.” Or was that including the war… when he didn’t see her in that timeframe because he never saw her when she came home at all. I don’t know. Oh god, please don’t tell me she really is broken, and this is all for nothing.

The thought crosses my mind, things not adding up to what he said, and going around in circles, unable to piece it together logically. Maybe Sierra really was sick, but then what the hell is he saying? The doctor smiles at me sadly, his pale grey eyes finally landing on mine, and gives me a watery half smile.

“If she was crazy…. then how could she tell me that one day a solitary she wolf from the west would come to save us all from something that was coming. A future leader of her people, joined to her blood by the fates. Maybe it’s coincidence, maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s wishful thinking and guilt because I’ve let her lay there for eight long years. Don’t you see?” he’s almost babbling, but I pick out the points I think he’s trying to connect.

“I came East from where I was, and I’m linked to her son.” I repeat robotically, still looking at him with a quizzical expression on my face and trying to figure out what his vague statements mean. He’s lost in his own head.

“Tell me…. What does the name Marina mean to you?” He narrows his eyes on me, leaning in as though telling me a secret of the utmost importance, and her name falls off his tongue like a lead rod that stabs me in the heart.

I gasp at the utterance of it on this man’s lips, my blood running cold as he says it, and I openly stifle a sob such is the unexpected pain of hearing it. A name that died when she did, and no one has uttered it in a decade.

“She was my mother….” I whisper it painfully, that same rise of heartache anytime I begin to think of her and have to stop my own tears from breaking free.

The doctor clasps a hand to his mouth as though I’ve uttered something sinful, his eyes widening in alarm and he begins to breathe heavily. Backing away from me as something seems to click into place.

if this is what she said…I’ve let my friend suffer in sleep for all these years, alone…. and I failed her. I let him convince me she was mad, don’t you see. I broke my oath, I broke my promise as her friend, and I’m a terrible person. I need to go…. I don’t want to know about any of this!” He

name. My door slides quickly shut as he departs and traps me inside this chamber before I get after him, because I was too slow to lurch forward. He isn’t looking back

I really am.” He cries it at me, as I slam my hands on the glass in a bid to

mother!!!” I scream it like a feral banshee, my own emotions overwhelming me as so many racing thoughts rush through my head, and I’m consumed with suspicion, and pain, and heartbreak, all weighing down like a house falling on top of me. My breathing erratic and I pound the glass aggressively, in sheer need to follow him. It

such little information. The mention of my mother, his reaction…. it’s made me react

he needs time to process and calm like maybe I do too. Maybe it was a shock, that something she told him now appears to be coming true. He said visions,

thing, and we trust in the paths they lay for us with so little questioning of it, but humans… they have a harder time accepting or believing. So many nowadays don’t even believe in god, let alone some supernatural higher power that always has a plan. He’ll calm down, rationalize, and come back to explain why he knew my

know more. I have to know more. I need to find out what it was Sierra told him all those years ago, that got her sent here and pushed into a coma. Juan is keeping her quiet by convincing people she’s crazy, so I want to know what that is. Especially if my mother’s

that can’t be, if he knew about this place and the research and left

like the humans, but with gifts that are insanely powerful. Sierra surely couldn’t be a half witch, that’s crazy. She couldn’t hide something like that from the pack all those years, and why doesn’t Colton have any

this, and it does explain his obsession with making

transference when he marked her would have made sure he knew. Which means he hid what she was. And after decades living that lie, why would he then

on top of it with an ‘arghhh’ noise that reverberates through my entire body it’s so loud. All the doctor has done is give me more questions than answers, and

her as though somehow it will give me an answer, but she remains still and silent in her cocoon like state, and I exhale heavily. My body trembling with adrenalin as I begin to

Juan shows up to deal with me. I have zero chance of romancing Deacon in that time, even if I wanted to try. Not that I could, he physically makes my skin crawl, and I don’t think I

my arms over my head and face to smother out the light and noise and ‘garrrrr’ loudly at this situation I find myself in. Willing my brain to stop spinning around, and turning inside out, and give me a few seconds peace to get my bearings once more. It feels like it’s been the longest day in history, and according to the doc, it’s not even lunch

I even turned, to save myself from all of this bullshit that has happened since. It really was the worst turning