Rejected Mate and Following Fate

"COLTON! COLTON! ....." I yell in the hopes of him hearing me and being close enough to respond, but there's nothing but deathly silence in the eeriness of this green mist. It seems like even the wind around us is captured on the other side of the boundary and we are left standing in an airless stillness that isn't natural. My body shudders involuntarily and I cover my arms with my own palms to comfort the sudden pang of vulnerable that courses through my body. My heart screeching that this is all kinds of wrong.

"What's that, look, there." Meadow points thorough to a slightly less dense patch to our right and we catch sight of a huge dark figure moving across our horizon, getting close to the rune border and yet not coming further. It's almost like they hesitate as they reach the line from fog to clearing.

"Who's there.... who is it?" I call out boldly, feeling nothing of vampires and sensing only wolves nearby. I can feel the presence of my love, somewhere beyond that line, yet he can't seem to interact with me at all.

"Why aren't they answering us?" Meadow steps forward to gaze intently into the wall of emerald smog but she can't see through as it still billows and bombards our magical resistance with an effort to get at us. It's like watching the clouds roll in a thunderstorm and if it wasn't so terrifying, it would be almost mesmerizing.

"Maybe it's dampening sound out there and we can't hear them..... I can feel them, so surely they can feel us too. They're right here and yet not a single one has breached the boundary." I query in confusion.

We both flinch and instinctively step back as a pair of clawed hands come at us through the mist and meet an invisible almost glass like wall. It makes the barrier shudder with a magical spark that travels outwards like a ripple of disturbed water. Enough to startle my heart into pumping like I've been running and we both leap further back and stare in open eyed shock as they come at us a second time to try with more force. The claws bang against it with a violent reverberation, making us both recoil slightly into our own bodies this time and a face appears through the mist pressing to the separation, baring teeth and fueled with rage.

"Cesar?" Meadow frowns at the familiar face of her mate in wolf form, relaxing slightly, even if she seems confused at his behavior and moves to him, but his eyes catch my attention and I grab her by the upper arm and haul her back in panic. Fear gripping my soul and I shake my head dramatically to drive home she should stay back.

"Don't! Look at his eyes..." I nod towards the angry snarling glare of our pack brother and Meadow gasps as her own soft eyes land on the emptiness of his. Where normally his amber eyes would glow, is deep almost endless black, covering every part, including the whites and completely changing his entire appearance. Sheathed in darkness, sending tremors of mistrust through me and I step further back as another wolf makes a break at the wall to my left. The same ripple shuddering between us as they fail to get through and the slight dampening of fog reveals more wolf turned angry kin coming our way.

"They can't get in.... something is wrong with them." I point out as more appear along our invisible line and growls and snarls aimed our way pierce the air, proving sound is not a barrier issue as they spy us standing here. I shudder with a wave of apprehension and back away, hauling Meds with me so we leave a good ten feet gap from the rune line.

"Chica... It's Cole." Meadow drags my attention back to the center with a pointed finger, as the mist begins to thin out enough that those within the first few feet begin to become completely visible. I spot Colton standing only feet from me, tucked behind them, directly facing us, only he's not wolf, he's still human but his claws are extended, and his eyes are the same terrifying abyss of black as Cesar. He's focused straight at me, with a blood curling glare that isn't the Colton I know and love at all. He's a hunter in kill mode, rage pulsating around him, his snarl in place and his teeth beginning to peek. It's obvious that I am his prey. Trembling under his unbreakable and penetrating gaze I shiver and curl my arms around Meadow's arm, feeling instantly vulnerable and unsure what to do. The way he's looking at me makes my blood run cold in my veins.

my words tremble weakly, shaking with emotions as they pass my lips and for the first time since I have known him, I'm truly afraid of him in this moment. He looks like him, only he's not. I can feel the aura of sinister ebbing

punches a clawed fist at the barrier and roars in rage when he can't get through. There's no denying the anger and aggression seeping from them, that we're what they want, and it's not for sweet reunions. Our pack mates are looking at us the way they look at vamps just before a kill. Somehow, we are now the enemy and who they want to tear limb

and Meadow grabs my hand and starts pulling me away as she notes Colton readying himself to leap at us. He's poised, moving low and setting his sights higher than where the others keep trying to get through. "Wait. I can try something." I gasp in desperation and yank free, turning my attention back to Colton. Pulling my hands together to cage my own palms with my fingers until

threw but I guess that's the nature and power of the fog. There's instant clarity as I clear around them completely, and they stand in perfect focus breathing in newly fresh air as I hold my breath and wait. With the immediate ten feet lifted and clear in the morning light we can see just how many of the sub pack are standing close by and

seem to be waiting on Colton to make a move, still in pack hierarchy, even if they're enchanted. Colton looks up and around at the fog clearing, pulling back like the tide, the air around them returning to normal. He tilts his chin back down and stares me dead in the eye. Eyes still black, gaze still venomous and he makes a run for me through the clearing. A vicious and high leap that sends his full body shuddering into the invisible veil. The entire wall of air in front of us

to rip through. It's like they are hoping combined force will be enough and my breathing becomes ragged as I freeze in real terror. Afraid they

Meadow takes one last desperate look at Cesar, her eyes welling up with tears and I glance at Colton, afraid to make eye contact when it hurts this much to see him like this. My heart ripping in two that he's a stranger to me and it's

my eyes, at this whole situation; my

are thrown back away from it with my precise eruption and sent scattered into the forest brush with yelps of shock before they tumble to their feet and snap their heads back to me. My gifts are clearly not bound by the border

at getting away from what my heart cannot bare to see

is not to be trusted even if he stands at the border...Understand?" I snap aggressively, tears starting to blind my vision, but I have to swallow it down and pull myself together and seem like I am in control. Meadow has turned broody and quiet yet her emotion filters through and I taste her

some of the males from the village and not from our usual sentinel packs. All our fighters, our warriors, our strongest – they are all out there in the fog with our alpha. We couldn't be in a worse position

hit the main doorway at speed and zoom straight for Sierra's room, scaling the stairs without

and I grab her hands in panic. Her small hands and cool skin enveloped in mine and the worry and confusion is written all over her delicate face. Right now she doesn't seem like my mother figure, but that she's looking to me for answers as a young and

the forest" Sierra is pale and trembling and her words catch in her throat almost choking the last ones out as I frown at her. We didn't hear them howl from our side but that means more

of our pack, that's more than half the adult wolves, and Colton, he's with them; they seem different. I think it's some sort of curse or spell or something." I blabber it out almost incoherently as the tears finally scratch my voice and turn my throat hoarse. Meadow is pale and staring out past Sierra's head at the window along the corridor, watching the fog settle halfway up our view from up here. My gut tightens and I pray it doesn't get higher than our magic does. I don't know how else we would stop