Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

The branches and low hanging boughs skim my face, clawing my fur as I race through the forest, ducking low to avoid overhanging sticks that pull harshly as I follow Colton into the darkness. My heart’s racing, blood rushing through my head and I can barely keep up with the swift pace of my mate before me. Focused intensely on the darting black slice of shadow that moves so sleekly to lead the way. The zipping noise of foliage passing my ears at speed and yet I don’t slow my pace.

Colton, wait!….. I mind link him with a hint of warning in my tone.

Something internally sends the alarm bells ringing as the stealth shape of my wolf man leaps through the dense forest and disappears into a thick brush mere feet before me. Almost swallowed by the foliage so I lose sight for a second and my heart rate elevates. A tinge of panic hitting me hard in the gut as the feeling of warning begins to grow inside of me as we proceed. I just don’t know what this feeling is, but I have learned of late to always listen to my gut.

I can hear the others of our pack rusting through the undergrowth in line with us, but spread apart, and yet it brings me little comfort. Instead, the increase of anxiety for my pack grows and I leap after him again without waiting for his response.

I won’t leave you behind, Baby. Just stay on my tail. Stay close. Colton’s reassuring voice comes through the link inside my head, his usual warm soothing huskiness and that internal feeling of unease grows stronger. Normally his words bring me calm, but not in this moment. He doesn’t seem as aware as I am of this feeling, and the confident tone tells me he has no intention of relenting this hunt. The vampires are on a run and we are close at their heels after chasing them from the boundary.

No wait, there’s something off! Pull back. Stop!

I link back, this time with obvious intense caution and almost run into the back of him as I clear the next brush in a leap to catch up. I see him last second and try to midair swerve with a yelp, in case I crash down on him. He’s stopped dead in the track where I’m aiming and swiftly side jumps to let me land beside him without accidental collision.

What is it? His amber eyes lock on mine as I come level, panting lightly from our high-speed chase, glowing from the black fur framing them in the most sinister of ways. Out here in the dense wood in the darkness, he looks eerily devilish like this. Standing almost six feet while on all fours, he is the most impressive wolf in the pack and a born alpha who still makes me weak in the knees. Yet even as leader and master, Colton over the past months of ruling our pack together has come to trust my instincts as much as his own and he always listens to me. Ashe seems to be doing now.

I can feel them….. out there. They’re not running anymore. They’re waiting. I swear, I can feel it. It’s almost like they’ve stopped and the fear they felt before has dissipated. I don’t hesitate and throw my nose towards the looming shadow of mountain as thought o press the point.

In the last months since I became Luna, we have chased down dozens of the vampires who breached our lines and entered our land to pick off our weak. We’ve killed many, more than I want to remember and yet they still keep coming at an alarming regularity. Even after they realized their weapon to immobilize us was useless as long as we stayed within our own boundaries.

The Doc and Mother Luna Sierra came up with a frequency to be played over speakers around the homestead, which made theirs completely useless unless we stray out of ear shot. Not that the frequency can be heard, even by us, but our abilities to be wolves is proof it is working fine. Overwhelming the weapon and keeping us safe. We are still inside that boundary and yet they have stopped trying to escape, which makes no sense. They always run to the outer limit when they know we’re close on their heels.

A trap? I don’t see how…we outnumber them and in a face-to-face fight, we’re the stronger. He turns his head towards the darkness ahead as though expecting to see them and mentally tells the pack to stop and wait. I exhale with relief as the responses are obedient ‘Yes, Alpha’ and feel the vibrations of our kin come to a halt immediately. Our sub pack waiting to proceed and standing wherever they have halted in the forest around us. Obedience is their strongest skill, and they won’t budge without Colton’s say so.

I don’t know. Something feels different. I can taste the anticipation…. There’s a smugness. I don’t like it. Call the pack back, we’re turning around. The land line is just ahead anyway, we wouldn’t be going much further once we hit the boundary.

As Luna of the pack, I too have authority to make them return via the link between us all, but I respect my mate’s dominance and let him be the one to recall them. The hunt is over, we chased them out and we are not jeopardizing any of them tonight. We’ve lost many over the last six months and I can’t bear to carry the pain of their losses each time. It never gets easier, even if it’s a wolf I never knew. Such is the curse of being the packs heart. Luna is to love all of them.

Colton hesitates and stares off into the darkness again, thinking, deciding, and then snorts in distaste, shaking his head and making it obvious he isn’t happy, but he agrees. My wolf man has become a hunter, and sometimes I worry the thrill of battle is becoming something he’s getting too accustomed too. There’s a coldness in him sometimes when we defend our pack that makes me remember he is still a Santo. I can almost taste his bubbling energy and will to keep going, the restless aggression because today did not end in a fight.

As my Luna commands… Colton lowers his head towards me so his nose almost touches one of his paws in a mock bow, humor to lighten the mood, and then via the link I listen to him recall the ones we are patrolling with and tell them to return to home perimeter.

No one argues. Just agreement and the noise of rustling as they begin to turn back and head home. An atmosphere of both relief and disappointment coming in mixed vibes. They are all too used to this ongoing battle and bloodshed it seems.

Let’s go. I nod backwards into the bushes and turn to go, but Colton stands for a moment and I hesitate to leave him. Pausing to look back at him and stare at his statuesque figure.

are you waiting for?

don’t know…. Something is out there with them. I can sense it now we’re still, I didn’t before as it’s faint. It’s not just vampires…. I can feel something else. There’s an

more of a human related gift and usually held down by his Lychan gifts. It’s normally for very specific reasons too. Like using his healing powers while Sierra trains him to be more efficient with them, or when he has visions and small snippets of

frowns, shaking his head to try and shift it. Making it obvious he isn’t even aware it’s happening, so I

head spins back out to where he gazed before and it immediately silences

you see? I look too, my senses on high alert and body prickling as I can still feel the vampires in the distance and now feeding form his burst of hostility. The downside to my blood being part theirs, is since I

words are heavy

argue but instead I trust his instinct and turn, pick up my paws and run like the wind, back in the direction we came from. I can feel him close behind me, always staying steps behind even though I know he’s faster than me at a sprint. He’s staying back in case we are followed by whatever he thinks is out there, because he never stops shielding me. Not that I need it. As far as powers go, Colton sometimes needs me to look after him. As my gifts grew and I began to hone them over the months I found just how powerful I can be. Almost like sliding into a warm bath after a long hard day: it both set me free and rejuvenated me. From the first moments of the gifts

long repressed and so at odds with how he was raised. He is a warrior, and a fighter, but his witch side is to heal, nurture, care, much like his mom and to avoid conflict. So at odds with who he is. He has visions, dreams sometimes, that he cannot separate from fantasy or reality as he tries to navigate what they mean and what he’s to do with them. It frustrates him on so many levels, being a guy who likes to have all the answers to all life’s problems. He hates puzzles and trying to read meanings through vague images. Sierra is trying to expand that ability but

next mound of treetops, like a welcome calling haven. We don’t let up and can sense the closeness of the others rounding in as we get home to our safety net.

behind the homestead to accommodate our pack. It’s been a busy few month of creating a proper habitat for our growing pack to live, and as the houses come into view behind the tall cage fences, I relax and start to walk. We’re close enough now that the other patrols in the pack will

and are only too happy to see the downfall of the wolves. Some of them feel wronged by us. I guess, this is the first of them showing up to prove her right. It’s been months of sporadic attacks that

my stomach and I glance back into the dense darkness and try to feel anything beyond the tree line. There is nothing, they never followed us back in here, but the uneasiness that I picked up first is still there, almost like we’re being watched. I shudder in subtle fear at the

go inside and change, clean up, and eat. Forget it for now and we’ll talk to

felt out there too but he’s being his usual self. Solid, commanding and like nothing gets to him. He is brushing aside the current problem, and shelving it until after we eat and sleep, when I know Colton does his best thinking. He’s a dawn riser and uses the quiet time to

man says! I’m beyond starving. We have spent half the night out here. I need food,

curvy, smooth furred with slanted amber eyes that somehow sit well in her face to make her attractive as a Lychan. She isn’t as big as the males, but she is fast, and fierce, and despite her slender build I’ve seen her devastate everything in her wake and not even ruffle her fur in the process. Knowing she’s half shifter took away any questions I had about her slight differences to regular wolves. Subtle,

one stopping to run his body along the length of Meadow, rubbing his head up against hers as he falls in step beside her. Her mate is as

physical contact and I lean my head into his neck to share his warmth as we cover the last

hit. I laugh and lick him quickly, hitting the

be outdone in terms of testosterone and horniness, baby. Colton’s smug and yet also right. I know he means it, but it still makes me blush and smile inwardly

crazy when it hit. We had only been mates for around three weeks when it swept over, and I was almost insane with the need to be joined to him about fifty times a day. I never knew how badly the heat and desire could get when you had already mated up. Never experienced a haze before turning either, so it was a massive wake up call. How we ever got out of our room for more than three minutes a day is beyond me because nothing could satisfy the hunger or the uncontrollable urge to mate, constantly. No matter how many times, or how good it was, it was just seconds of relief and I was whining again to have him back on top of me. Colton was only too happy to oblige, given he was in a worse state than me. Males apparently feel it with more vigor, given that it’s meant to

after him and needing to feel his touch every second of every day. We’ve rarely been apart since our union so many months back and I’ve grown and flourished with his love to become the Luna I never thought I could be. I truly believe it was the one thing I needed

By the side of my born leader, him showing me how to command without fear because he’s nothing like his father as alpha. He listens to his people, walks among them as though he’s never been any different to them. He’s hands on and involved with the building works and the overseeing of every detail, every waking day. We join patrols, make sure we know everything that there is to know about the sick, the school, the problems with the community, and we rectify as best we

and regaining her gifts slowly, she’s made it clear she wishes to return to the lab where the doctor returned and continue her work with him.

would send some of his own to claim it to keep all his mothers and the doctors work safe. Which Colton did and Doc was able to go back with a new, stronger, kinder

another, even though she’s capable enough and still in her prime. She’s at odds with the modern advances of our world and she finds the noisy chaotic business of the pack hard to bear. She stays alone in her room most of the

thanks to her we found the secret tunnels under the estate that led to the apothecary that belonged to her long-forgotten relatives. The library of grimoires and books that contained histories we had never known. It opened up our knowledge on so many things and the

was killed in the vampire wars of old. This was never truly her home, although she did inherit it and come here over the years. She kept it a secret from her mate and used the protection placed on the land to keep it free from invasion. Those spells work

witch, means without even knowing it, he keeps the inner sanctum safe by merely refusing non pack in. He set the spell when he first entered the house. Later his mother renewed the spell to cover all the runaways from the mountain who found their way to us, but it means Vampires can get close but

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