Rejected Mate and Following Fate

“Has Leyanne said how much longer she needs?” I pull us back to our topic in hand, walking to her and kneeling down to meet her face and Meadow deflates completely.

“She’s ready to go whenever we are. She’s as ready as she can be, and they’re just going over the same things until we say it’s happening.” That downward shuffle of her eyes tells me this is a confession of sorts. I eye her up and know with that admission that Meadow is the one who has delayed things. Knowing she didn’t want me to be a part of this, she’s made sure I thought there was still time to change the plan. Maybe she was holding out for the vampires to pull back and for the high lord to intervene… either way, I can tell she’s kept this close to her chest, so I won’t push us to just do it.

This girl! Protecting me even by delaying reunion with her own mate. I can’t be mad at her for that.

“So…. by day or night? Which works in our favor.” I don’t intend to argue over this with her or make her feel worse or get bogged down in these emotional details. I just need us to do this and stop the climbing anticipation and anxiety from growing further.

“Day… it separates them. Wolves to the woods, Vampires to the mountain. Even if the wolves follow us, it still makes it less likely of encountering them all out here in the space when our goal is the mountain. We may not be enough to fight them all once when we get there, but the witch just needs her moment. We need to distract and give her a little time. Once she breaks the spell, the wolves come back to us and the vampires become less of a problem when we want to leave. We just need to hold our own until she does what she needs to do.” Meadow stops crying, pulls herself together and sits up to gaze at me. My bossy commander coming back to me when she knows she has to accept and get on with her duty.

“And how many of us do we have that are capable of helping and not hindering?” I ask gently, knowing all this she has kept quiet from me until now.

“We have less than a dozen who are fight ready, but we can make up numbers to two dozen with males from the village who are willing to try. The stronger ones… faster ones, and some with unique gifts.”

My heart sinks and my pulse quickens, knowing that’s less than I hoped for.

“Against dozens of our own… we’re still going to be so small. Outnumbered by our fiercest. God, how did we let this happen?” The despair rings in my tone, no need to pretend I am not freaking out in front of her, because she know sit too. Meadow rubs her face, sighing heavily to calm herself and grabs my hand to reassure me.

“There’s no point pondering on the how… that won’t give you the right mindset to get through it.” Carmen’s voice startles us from out of nowhere, strong and clear with that bitchy tone that separates her from other femmes. We both turn in shock at the presence that has been elusive for days, expecting to see a moody and frosty Carmen, but she looks awful though.

well and she has a pale pallor and tiredness to her eyes that suggest she isn’t

concur, not drawing attention to how rough she looks and welcome her with a gesture, a flick of my fingers to come over and join

invading. My heart aches for this girl anytime I see her now, and I just wish she would trust even me enough to let someone close. After those days away, I thought we would have at least taken a step forward as friends. All she did upon return was push

shit out of vampire ass and teach those witches a thing or two.” Her tone is familiar old haughty Carmen but the intent behind it seems forced. She gives of an aura of emptiness and

query, not entirely convinced she has it in her to be helpful but her

of your people, but your brother is right. You have to avenge those you love, or it festers, and it no longer matters

a worried glance at Carmen’s mental state but I one shoulder shrug it off. I know what she means and how she feels. She’s hurting, and much like Jasper, she feels that only taking some action against the

never really been an issue at all. Darrius called them halflings, turned creatures with no real link to those born like we are. They’re not what I am at all… their like lab rats, injected with a booster to make them worthy as soldiers and a pale copy of something they were never meant to be. The ones like me, with red eyes, they have never graced the battlefield

need to do this.” It’s a blessing in a way and I lock my eyes on her to push

at night, so they will be surfacing only just. That means we can get halfway to the mountain before we encounter them and less distance to fight while Leyanne gets the rest of the way.” Carmen is obviously someone who has been thinking this through too, and I listen and

the first step, me make a run for it straight to the mountain in the tiny time gap we have open. If we’re lucky we distract them around the base while Leyanne gets in with the ones needed to distract the

the grass and mimics Meadows habit of ripping out strands of grass while thinking. I know it’s such a tiny movement and insignificant, but by merely sitting down with us, getting on our level, it warms my heart and makes me want to hug her. That step to come closer and be involved again, like she was when we went looking for Leyanne. It’s so stupid to get emotional over it but I do, and I blink at her as my eyes mist over

and spells. Not keeping vampires and wolves at bay.” Meadow answers her while I pull myself back to normal. Realizing a lot of my up’s and downs these past weeks are probably a lot to do with being pregnant before

the same number of vamps… wow, we’re really making life easy.” Carmen tries to joke with that heavy sarcastic way she has but it’s the reality and it’s depressing. All things are weighed

has wanted to talk about this, even though it’s been hanging in the air since we knew we had to go out there, but we can’t keep ignoring it. The ones enchanted will fight to kill, we know this, while our own, they’ll fight to keep them at bay and

lost in this.” I murmur, lacking conviction because even I know

know it’s an ask but….” Carmen pauses mid grass tugging and takes a silent heavy breath as though trying to steady her emotions. We both turn to her, surprised she has a request, given how self-sufficient she always acts. “Put flowers down for my mom every year. She was innocent in all of this….