Rejected Mate and Following Fate

I crawl backwards, trembling in instant fear, because I know this is a matter of fight or die and I need to be stronger than I was ten minutes ago. He almost ended me so easily with one swipe that it’s pathetic. Call myself Luna? I’m a complete failure.

I need to get my head together and outsmart him while my body tries to heal, give myself time to power up. I steady my breathing, willing all the energy I can muster up to save me from him, and homing in on the part of me I rarely have to use. It just means he has to get really close for me to absorb what he has when I’m this low, to draw from his strength instead of my own and it may be more useful than energy balls which seem to be failing me.

Colton’s fast, even by Lychan standards, and I get up in a dash, to backwards run an in attempt to coax him to me and almost get decapitated in the process as a new clawed paw tries to take my head off.

I don’t think so, bitch!!

Carmen’s sassy voice in the link rings through my head, that superior tone that I used to hate, but now I sort of love, as she comes down over the top of me, seemingly from thin air and drags it with her in a tumbling roll sideways. Taking the male down with a swoop and aggressive snatch at his head. I catch sight of Colton flashing towards me, visually targeting his prey and that look of determined malice makes my blood run cold. I just need a second of his touch, brief contact, enough to feel his gifts surging and then I’ll be able to deflect them. He pushes through the battling bodies between us, seemingly slowing and taking his time to savor the fact I’m no longer running and instead intent on letting him get to me. Heart pounding behind my ribcage like a war drum, and body trembling with both lack of blood and the icy swell of terror.

I turn my body so that if he catches me again with his claw the injury will be less devastating and in a place that won’t make me bleed out in seconds. I tense and brace myself for the impact I know will come and close my eyes for a second to will up the internal energy to somehow do this. Sierra was right, the blood loss isn’t rectified, and I can barely pull myself around with efficiency, let alone take on a wolf like him.

I fall backwards with a strangled cry of surprise as the expected full weight of my mate tears down on me like a savage. Taking me from behind in a rugby tackle and throwing us both out of the arc of the ditch where I was shielding. He seemed to have meant to plough through me so I would end up splattered to the floor under him, but his sheer size ends up being a softer cushion and dampener for me as a human and his arms under my back take the full brunt of our fall. We sort of tuck and tumble as we scramble together, molded into one body as I hold on to protect myself.

I end up curled against his chest, clinging on for a moment with sheer desperation as we roll through the dirt and somehow collide with a huge rock sitting proud from forest floor which thuds us to a halt. His spine meets cold grey matter with a sickening thwack, and it’s enough to crumble the entire side away, rendering him momentarily stunned as he grunts in pain from sheer impact. His arms splay out, releasing me from his cloying hold and it’s all the time I need to feed from his strength, his speed. His fierce being drawn into me as I absorb everything I can with our physical meshing together. I can feel it, like the inhaling of smoke from the air, into my lungs and through my veins, only it’s Colton’s essence I seem to be drawing out.

I panic as my wolf self almost rips control from me with the intensity of his powers, riling her into action and eager to be free to protect me. I have to grapple to stay human with all I have inside, but with his matching strength I soar suddenly with new life and find the power to jump to my feet as he does. I grab his wrist as he goes for me, twist it back and deflect every swipe and punch and thrust that reigns towards me with blink speed reaction, thwarting every move. Colton roars in anger at my newfound skill, somehow manages to leg swipe my with one of his huge paws as we both crash to the ground once more. I tuck myself inwards to protect my abdomen, twisting away from him to avoid his weight on me again, but he catches my around the leg, his claws curling around my narrow limb rather than piercing me. I yank and pull, attempting to keep lashing at him, while avoiding his razor-sharp weapons as we roll around in the dirt and collect debris and gravel as we maneuver into wrestle hold rather than blows.

I’m faster this way and he gets angry as hell as I block the blows, hold off the attempts to bite and maim, and seem to successfully hold my own for as long as I can. It would be easier as a wolf, so much easier, but I’m aware the whole time of the two life forces I’m protecting in my body and I’m careful with every duck, hit and lurch to keep that part of me shielded, beneath the metal panel and free from impact. Thanking god the armor saves me from bumps and scrapes more than I thought it would. It may not withstand Lychan impaling, but the natural world is a little less able to penetrate it.

I hear the faint howls and the ongoing noises of battles around us, catch sight of Carmen still throwing around the brown wolf she saved me from, but Sierra is out of sight. Probably fighting her own little war as we all aim to get through this alive. Even with our numbers, we’re barely keeping even with the strongest of our pack and many are failing. They have more skill and speed; more battle experience and I already know so many of ours have passed at their hands.

A blood curling howl tears me from my focus, stunning my brain as a throbbing pain rips through my body and renders me completely useless. Clutching my head and ears and crying out in despair at the cruel invasion, while it feels like my entire brain wants to self-implode. It’s Carmen, it has to be, and she’s using her own weapon to fight back where I guess she too is struggling to stay in control. Giving the pack an instant head bashing and a few minutes of disorientation and bleeding eardrums.

I’m momentarily disabled from the shock attack and crumble to the ground with a gasp and shudder, hitting the floor like a sack of rubble. Only, so does Colton, also unable to defend himself against her unique power and we fall apart, groaning as ache from a wound we didn’t inflict on one another make us crumble and moan. There’s a new wave of warmth and pain spearing through my central body as the sound ebbs away and my ears start ringing, but it’s nowhere near the intensity of this instant stabbing.

I can’t seem to catch my breath with its appearance, and I splay my hands out to scramble across the dirt as I waiver with disorientation. I try to block out the pulsating boom of stunned hearing as I attempt to pull oxygen from around me. I battle to fill my lungs, choking intensifying and unable to breathe at all while a heavy weight, crushing my ribs and sudden tearing slicing, reverberates through my upper body. It feels like Colton impaled me, but he’s still strewn nearby and suffering a similar fate, so it can’t be him.

Panic floods me, that the inability to inhale is worse than Carmen’s head puncturing and I don’t know what’s happening. I’m aware Colton is writhing mere feet beside me, clutching his his ribs too, but my entire focus is on the slow suffocation as I grasp at my chest and claw at my throat to try and gain oxygen. Confused, inner chaos growing, as I open my mouth wide, gulping, but yet get nothing. My eyes water profusely, open wide as I blink in terror, and that’s when I see it.

Sierra, at a distance of maybe twenty feet from me, across my field of vision. She’s impaled on long sharp claws at the core of her body, right at the point where mine is failing. She’s held in midair as she scrambles to fight back limply and unhook herself from a grey male’s torturous hold and seems to be whimpering in agony. He stumbles to one knee, shaking his head as though trying to drown out and recover from the now quiet Carmen’s aftereffects, but doesn’t release Sierra from his grip.

Carmen…. It’s Sierra!!! I shriek out in the link, moving to make to go to her, but falling down as my lack of air pushes me to instant black vision. I lift my chin weakly, focusing as best I can through the blur, more concerned for her in this moment and silent sob out in relief as a flying wolf hauls her out of the death hold she’s in. It drags her backwards, yanking the claws from her lungs as they fall into the undergrowth and almost instantly my own inflate in response. Relief and oxygen swelling inside my body so that it makes me lightheaded and I slump again as my lungs finally work.

Our life bond means her pain when close to death is my pain, and it seems to still link to Colton even if he is under a spell. He stops clutching and gasping in the same way I was, indicating he too has been released and I know that means nothing good for me. I force myself to get up, on shaking limbs, slowly with determination to face him, knowing recovery of us both will be rapid as Sierra heals in the blink of an eye. I hold my ground, fixated on his huge body, as he rolls to his upright position with an easy move and locks black soulless eyes back on me. Without an ounce of hesitation, no delay, he comes at me again, full fury and ready for round two.

He moves like a steam train on rocket fuel. His claws splaying towards my shoulders, tackling me bodily once more even though I try to dodge with a jump. He flings me backwards with the impact, but I roll onto my shoulder blades as I meet dirt and push both my feet into his abdomen as we fall. I thrust him up hard and over the top of me, in a move he taught me, with a little effort and a huge amount of momentum. Letting go as he goes flying further into the woods with a crashing roar.

He spins on the ground as he collides, comes right back like a boomerang, and launches himself at my laid down posture as I move. He misses me by a hair’s breadth, crashing onto my vacant spot and tumbling over like a clumsy oaf who’s too fueled with fury to control his reflexes. I dodge as he swiftly follows me with a claw swipe, and I manage to push his wrist away at the last second. I have to counteract his jaw coming in to take a bite at my face as he follows through and end up thrusting my head down and sucker punching him in the belly with the flat of my palm. A sudden energy boost giving me oomph and he staggers back with the blow.

“Colton, are you really this stupid?” I spit at his face while he attempts to right his footing and gives me a second to breathe. “If I die, so do you, you utter Moron!” I thrust a knee into his groin with a crunch when he flies back into me, my confidence growing with the use of his own strength on my side, knowing that even in wolf form that’s still a sensitive area. There’s a grunt as knee bone flattens wolf bone; an instant as his body shudders and crumples a little, and I have to duck when he almost takes my head off for it in howling agony.

His roar of frustration that I wounded him there, that I’m matched in every way, fuels his rage and I pull backwards with a slight limp because of my now bruised kneecap. It was so worth it though, even if it might mean our twins don’t get more siblings in the future.

I grit my teeth, show my fierce, and using a throw he taught me yet again, by wedging my butt as I swiftly turn in his abdomen, grabbing his upper arm, I throw him right over me in a forward flip. I toss him several feet with the exertion of using what I’m absorbing by touch, then jump to straighten to meet him face on when he recovers his standing. I can feel my energy building again, although it seems my vampire gifts are the ones weakened by my blood loss now, while the wolf and her ability to absorb are still going strong. It makes no sense, but I’m glad a part of me is still in this fight, even if I am stealing my mate’s abilities. Colton would tell me to do this, and I know when we break this curse, he’ll be thankful that I could use his own alpha power against him.

Carmen flashes into sight from the left seemingly she finally shook off the wolf she had been battling and goes straight for Colton’s face, side on, taking him down to the left with her and they roll away from my sight under bushes and roughage. I make a move to help her but I’m held still with a sudden gentle touch on my back.

Come… Meadow and Leyanne will be at the mountain by now, we’re barley holding on here, we need to get you out of the thick of it. Colton’s too strong and you’re not going to maintain this energy.

Sierra’s voice floors me as she jumps in front of me and tries to trip me over onto her back the way Carmen did earlier, but I stand my ground. I know she means well, and she thinks that now I’ve proven myself, I should retreat and stay safe. That’s not how this works.

focus on me. Carmen won’t be able to

in the air, like a ragdoll with no weight to her. She comes down to earth with a bone shattering thud, a slight tremble of the ground beneath my feet, which leaves her panting and whimpering, as internally things crunch and grind as her body starts to insta-heal. Unlike before when Colton’s attention always came

at full speed at the back of him and throw myself onto his back as he rears back to deliver a smack to Carmen’s exposed underside, while

of me. At the last second, I let go and leap away, so his crushing weight misses me or else I’d be squashed. I’m not fast enough to escape though, as he catches hold of my left ankle and yanks me back brutally. He digs his claws into bone and flesh on one of the smallest parts of my body, following

get him right in the face, smack, and it sends him rolling away, releasing my broken and slashed ankle as I crawl away as fast as I can for Sierra. Aiming for her healing help as she closes the gap

a plan…. this is not a plan. This is barely keeping our

panicked rambling comes at me in repeated mumbles as she quickly, hands on, tries to heal me as she turns human again. Only too aware he’s getting up and already coming

but keep his focus. We have to give the witch time.” I compel her, hands up

week to defeat and even with my gifts, I’ve never actually overpowered him when he wanted to fight back. He’s

me with a brutal tug of ripping roots. I’m dragged backward while distracted by my

know what

saved me from a lunge of another wolf who had tried his luck going for me. One who has gone crashing right into Sierra’s angry thrust. She head butts him low and then

with the

pushing me full force, back, as two wolves dive over us accidently when clearing the log and don’t see us at all. I realize they are being pursued by enchanted wolves and heading into the mini battle that’s pulled Colton away from us while he deals with a group of protective land wolves. This is chaos and the only way to tell who is who is by looking at their

surroundings when I stray back to arm myself to take him on again and I realize Colton isn’t here anymore. In the blink of an eye, he seems to have disappeared into thin air

the circle around us, a flurry of worry and anticipation spiking inside of me, dodging another fly attack from a brown wolf that Carmen flips on its side and tosses backwards. My panic rises further, and I spin around, visually raking every space in front of us. I know I can’t let him out of my sight, I can’t lose the one

for a sign, in an effort to locate him then weaken instantly, blood draining from my face when I spot what I seek. Twenty feet to our left, almost concealed by a thick tree trunk. He’s holding up a smaller, grey wolf, by the throat, his teeth close to their jugular in a threatening manner

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

my rib cage as though it already combusted as I crumble to the ground, grasping the agonizing pain in my skull as even my vision begins to vibrate. I forgot how painful Carmen’s scream could be, guessing earlier she had gone lightly, and

look up to see Colton has dropped his prey long enough for it to crawl away. Every single wolf around us is cowering in pain,

for the long term, it would be a great weapon in keeping everyone here from killing each other, but as soon as it’s stretched into long seconds, my vision begins to blur and blacken and the pain in my head threatens to knock me out. It’s that moment before glass shatters with high frequency, and even though I

my mind and heart give out, but I’m left with a woozy sensation and all my senses seemed to be knocked sideways and I’m back to dizzy and disorientated. Feeling surreal, like I’m caught in a dream where this isn’t happening in reality. I impulsively lift my hands to

my god.

me but I shake my head and push away the furry body that moves to help hold me up, suddenly attentive to my

from my own head and fake a show of stability.

this, too vulnerable and I can’t keep screaming on Sierra to

this way and other wolves roll into view too. They seem to distract him long enough that Carmen pushes me bodily backwards, so we fall into a gulley, flanked by fallen logs and I collapse

the continued blood flow down my mouth and from my inner ears. The rising sickening nausea in my body has all my senses swirling, and I feel like I’ve had a blow to the head. I can’t see straight, the

can still get up and still fight if I take a moment. I don’t want her to blame herself for anything more in this life than she already does, and

knees and then gasp, painful inhalation, and grunt, as I’m winded by a backward kick to the head that sends me reeling as a wolf jumping over knocks me for six and fastens onto Carmen with a ferocious bite. We didn’t

pain, and claws at it latched onto her back, trying to dislodge it as I muster enough energy to help. I throw the last ball of pure energy I can pull together, and it sends it cascading off into a groaning heap, mere feet away. It’s long enough for Carmen to get the

have to

to get me going. I

then, when I have to fight gravity and momentum of moving, that it dawns on me I’m doing so much worse than I thought. My vision is all over the place, and I’m struggling to walk straight, my head spinning. I stumble and fall onto all fours after only a few steps forward, letting out an exasperated noise, unable to hide how much

Look, behind you, in the log. Get in

and even the sensation of my fingers and toes. I can hear a soft high pitch tone rattling inside my brain and the bleeding hasn’t eased up at all. My head’s aching, my sight’s completely out of whack and I know something is really wrong with my mind. My wolf

guides me to. I feel like a coward having to hide but I have no choice. The witch was right and like this I’m

them, or succumb to the fact that I can’t do this, and I need to

open and the internal wracking guilt gnaws at my sanity. I’m instantly so consumed with sudden grief that when I slump into my hiding place, failing to check around me before seeing Carmen shoot off in pursuit of my healing mother-in-law. My entire focus on the damp earth under my flat palms, as I lay on

that I can’t react. I grip the fallen debris below my fingers in haste to cling on, as I’m trundled out like a floppy rag onto the ground into a disheveled heap and discarded. The huge black silhouette of my worst nightmare, and best dream, towers over me and snarls in satisfaction that he found his prey once more. I lift my frail hand in an attempt to muster what power I have left and it dies on me completely,

my throat dry and my limbs no longer functioning. Heaped in an awkward position on uneven ground, because I’m so fatigued, I can’t move myself. My

myself…. Kill

we die anyway and yet the pack

look him in the eye and watch him destroy himself with the guilt that he did this, when the

I’d rather die than live with his pain, and mine, and the loss of