Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

Colton is preoccupied most of the day with overseeing the new buildings, checking in with the sentinels on patrol and keeping himself busy. We have fallen into a routine of doing what we need to do separate first thing in the day and gravitating back together by lunch, or after, to do things together. Today was exceptionally busy I guess as I had lunch with Sierra, like we always do, and then checked in on the school and some of the smaller workshops without laying eyes on him once.

The wolves have started getting life back on track again. With the kitchens being used as both a mess canteen and a bakery to provide for the village, we have started to bring in some animals to graze on the surrounding lands to fill our meat, egg, and dairy needs, although occasionally vampires kill a few. We have managed to get them within the boundary for nightfall most of the time, but animals like to wander.

In the evening the school is used to run arts and crafts workshops, drama, and other small hobby interests to keep the people occupied. They know they can’t leave the boundaries if they want to stay safe and many have adapted to small town living pretty smoothly. I would say that despite the constant threat from our fanged neighbors, we have somehow created an almost peaceful existence and the rune boundary enables us to sleep well without fear of invasion. We’re in a safety bubble where nothing can penetrate and we’re so much luckier than surrounding packs for it.

At the mountain we had free reign of not only the vast space, the valley but also the surrounding human towns and all beyond, there was never need for this kind of prison like existence. So it’s been an adjustment for many, especially those Santos who did have a life, work, and school, in the human world and now are confined to our peaceful bubble. I have to say there hasn’t been many complaints and they all just try to get on without fuss. Most are just grateful to Colton for bringing them somewhere safe and happy to live out the days.

We try to keep this is as safe a haven as we can and keep disruption to a minimal so the young ones and the elders can have a trauma free existence. In the fight at the mountain, we maybe gained several of the fiercest sub packs, but we also gained the land loving peaceful families, lots of femmes and children. So the majority of our numbers are those who want to spend their days in quiet living and never face vampires. Those ones wouldn’t know how to fight unless their lives depended on it and even then, I don’t rate their odds highly. Much like my family, they are farmers, not warriors.

Our sentinels are all sub packs with battle experience and Juan lost some of his best who followed and respect Colton. He made a mistake dismissing Colton’s right as alpha that day, as those governed by our laws and pride in the pack, the strongest, were those who followed him. They provide our security and without them I don’t think we would be half as capable at dealing with our enemies swiftly.

I cross the open gravel drive towards the tree line when I come back from the village rounds to oversee the details. I do this sometimes to see if I can feel anything out there, sometimes to flex my gifts a little and blow off some steam from days of not using my abilities. I feel like since becoming Luna, I have better control of them, yet sometimes, less need of them. I’m so bubble wrapped by Colton sometimes that having gifts seems a waste as he’s Mr protective, and over pampering, and I get little chance to use them.

I’ve fought the vampires with Colton by my side multiple times in six months and I have to say that not using my gifts is also a little down to me. We’ve killed many of their kind and each time it felt awful. I can’t explain, like even though I know it was us or them, and they are the enemy, somehow it was wrong deep down inside of me. Maybe it’s that part of me is Vampire and I somehow connect with them on a weird psychic level, but every death has weighed on me heavily since we took them down and I can still recall the many faces and smells of these creatures that died by my hand.

As opponents they are not equally matched to Lychens. On their side they have speed, some strength, and can be vicious. I was shocked to find most vamps possess very little in the way of unique gifts like we do, in fact barely any at all. Only their purest, oldest, seem to possess abilities like mine and with their own hierarchy they never come out to use them. Or show face. That means every Vamp we have come up against has been easy to take down with little effort. I always thought they would pose a bigger threat but maybe they have vast numbers and in a battle between two species, in all our glory, maybe they would be deadlier. Outnumbering us. Once they realized we had counteracted their weapon with our own frequency and stayed within our border to ensure it, they have been less eager to try and invade. It sort of hints at the fact that they know they are the weaker of our two kinds. It makes no sense to me why they still pursue a war.

It’s no wonder they have come to the witches then to try and get a level playing field. Wolf on Vamp sways to our side more than theirs in every scenario, and even with our lesser population, we have been slaying them anytime they try to come at us. No match at all. Now they have witches in their midst though I have no idea what that will do or even means. I know very little about witches and magic, in fact, only what I have seen from Sierra and Colton and neither are purebreds. They lean heavily to wolf in daily life and only have their gifts as add ons rather than their sole being. I haven’t ever met any real pure witch before.

I stand on the edge of the gravel, facing the dark succulent tree line of our natural wall and spread my hands out, watching the sway of the trees as I move them from right to left softly, and then gently back as I push them out. My gifts are like breathing nowadays and I’m still discovering my limits every day. The absorption side of me is something I never really need to tap into, not when my telekinesis is strong enough to disable most things, push out of my path, or create a short-lived protection bubble around me if needs be. This however is almost therapeutic, manipulating my environment which somehow frees my mind and helps me relax. Watching the waving of the trees under my command helps ease the tension form my shoulders as I make them dance for me in the afternoon breeze. The rustle so subtle and yet calming as it surrounds me and drums out the noises of the village in the near distance.

Colton devised a way to first combat the noise weapon when we first started getting invasions of Vamps and they disabled us when we chased them out. He would cover my ears and block out the sound so I could use my gifts to build an eternal ball of energy. Then much like a sonic boom I would let rip, exploding outwards and it knocked out every device in a 5-mile radius, thus rendering their weapon useless as long as I was with my pack or until they got it running again and we had to repeat. Since the Doc came up with the alter frequency though, even that is used less. The Vampires abandoned their weapon as t was pretty much useless against us and I know Juan has something similar at the Mountain to deter them there.

I watch as the ripples through the trees and foliage move in satisfying patterns with every turn and twist of my hand, sighing loudly that it’s become this easy, so second nature, and doesn’t thrill me like it did in the beginning of honing my gifts. The downside to having them is the ability to feel other’s emotions, beyond Colton. Whether I want to or not and that too is heightened in the past few months so that I constantly have to dampen it down. I hate feeling what anyone near me feels, just form being within ten feet. Unlike when Colton and I share moods, and emotions, it feels more invasive somehow, but it helps me deal with my people. Feeling when they are hurt or sad, or afraid, and I am able to put them at ease or help in some small way. It’s like being psychic in a way.

“Who knew you would turn out to be this gifted?” the familiar snooty female voice behind me startles out of my absentminded manipulation of the trees and I turn in surprise, bristling slightly, to face Carmen as she stands behind me. Hands on her hip as she stares at the forest over my head and seems almost impressed for a moment. I was so engrossed and honed in on what I was doing that I neither felt her or sensed her which I guess is not a good thing. I tune in on her and sense her tension, locking my eye on her pale blues as she hesitates and looks away submissively.

I experience a ripple of satisfaction and a small glow of smugness that at least in six months she has learned who not to mess with. The tables are turned and now I am no longer fading in her shadow. I’m a force to reckon with now.

respond drily, hostility brimming and unsure why she seems to have sought me out. Or if she has just wandered here and accidently bumped

face, hoping for intimidation and a huge flashing ‘back off’ vibe. I am in no mood for her and the bubbling green eyed me is in there trying to slither up and slap her down. Her fair hair shields half her delicate face as she moves her hands to cross over her ample bust on that slender figure and I honestly hate the

no drama, and I don’t intend to create any.” Carmen

have to be civil to her if I don’t want to be, there are no rules saying a Luna has to love all. She’s staying

we become best friends, I’m just saying…. I’m thankful you let me in and didn’t turn us away, and I don’t intend to give you reason to be sent back to the mountain. The past is the past, I’m not proud but you have to understand how heartbroken I was. I’ve had time

face away and shrug, indicating I don’t want to dwell on it either or talk it out with her. It was another time, feels like a lifetime ago and I don’t want to revisit old hurts where Colton is concerned. We’re happy now, we’re together, that’s all that matters. She just needs to stay on her own side of the line and leave us on

what motivated it? Weren’t you a sworn stayer in Juan’s army?” I ask bitchily, not sure I like Carmen’s attempts at playing nice

but my mom, she wouldn’t leave with me, and by the time I tried to convince her my dad showed up and put an end to it. My mom isn’t strong, she lives in his shadow, she’s naïve and maybe a little too innocent. I couldn’t leave her with him to be ground down and trampled over. You don’t know how he is.” Her clear, almost husky voice, cracks a little and I blink her way seeing a tiny chink in the

there’s something raw and almost painful when she says the word Dad. Although the most surprising part is how hard it is to believe

my stubbornness or me haughty tone. Not really wanting to dig apart or figure out the puzzle sin

be brave enough to do it.” She looks down at the ground in an instant wave of emotion, her eyes brimming with sudden tears and she swallows hard. “We saw what they did to your family,

my veins like a prickly cold icicle, aching, and hurting me deeply. Reminiscent of grieving my mom and my family and I reach out instinctively and touch her shoulder. Cursing

she has you. To care for her and bring her here. You did the right thing.” I soothe, moving into maternal mode of appeasing and gentle with my tone

prisoners of misery.” It’s a gush of words and she looks shocked at herself for opening up

can’t just let this end this way. I want

turn and gesture to the shaded overhang of the narrow path which leads far along the side and behind

life we are building here. The village has some community groups and maybe being back among old friends…..” I try to reason as I decipher the pits of angst and anxiety swirling around Carmen now we are shoulder to shoulder, and moving at a

My dad has never known how to handle her so he avoids her best he can. It’s always been me and her…… I’m her rock.” Carmen’s distress grows and more tears roll down her face, making her angrily wipe them harder as though she’s embarrassed

through me and I try to separate Carmen from the past, and the girl beside me in the here and now. I’m not ready to lay my old feelings to rest, to let go of hurt and anger and jealousy. I don’t know how I would handle seeing her approach Colton like this, or if I would be able to swallow it down, but I know one thing for certain, right now, I

can heal certain things, instill calm with a touch. Maybe seeing her…..” it’s an absent

she’s really here. Please, I’ll do anything if she can see her, or help…. I love my mom, she’s all I have now.” She croaks the last sentence, her eyes misty with emotion, turning to me energetically and grips my hand. It’s impulsive and without thought and

never really been a femme that blended in with the Santo pack; even I knew that all those years. Knowing Colton’s memories of her now too, seeing she was a loner, brought in because of her father’s ties to Juan and put in

being a girl I know we all avoided like the plague. Not just my kind at the orphanage, but most femmes in the entire valley. It was common knowledge that everyone hated Carmen and she didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about it. When she dated Colton, she was with him constantly and acted like she didn’t care about other wolves in the pack, let alone making friends beyond her mate. She was so up her own ass; sure she was the future Luna, that she pretty much

from her own depths, I wonder what it is that made her this way. Why she closed off from anyone except Colton…. I know even the sub pack never really bonded to her like they have me and dutifully endured her presence for him. I can’t imagine what losing him must have felt like if he truly was the only person she thought of as her friend and security, and then lost the subs around her

mom, and her complete lack of bold now I’m touching her hand to hand. I squeeze it tightly and try to numb down the intense feelings I am absorbing from her and she suddenly yanks her hand away, realizing what she’s doing by holding on to me. There’s a moment of heightened blush on her face as she reels back and pulls herself stiff and cold. A gust of icy cold as her heart clamps shut and her emotions are bit down hard in an effort to conceal all form me. Like an internal fire door being slammed shut to keep the fire at bay. The armor sweeping back up and the haughty exterior comes back into play. It’s almost so effortless and speedy that a blink would have made me