Rejected Mate and Following Fate

My energy blows out like an explosion and takes everything in its wake with it. Uncontrolled due to my sheer fear, mounting hysteria, and suddenly time ceases to cling on in the slow mo. Wooosh, the clock restarts and everything in my wake is thrown wide like the after implosion of a nuclear bomb.

Sierra, Radar, the bullet and Juan are all catapulted away from me with force. Flying into a chaotic crash landing of limp bodies against the far wall behind the bed, taking a pillar and the canopy with it, in a crashing chorus of thuds and growls. It’s a monumental fallout from something that I didn’t mean to deliver so viciously.

I have no idea where the bullet has landed or if I manage to set it off course and I scramble forward to unravel Sierra from the mess of bedding and debris around her, shielded by the hunched over wolf form of Radar. Even in freefall eh somehow managed to cling to her and protect her as they went down.

I sense Juan pulling himself up, slightly dazed, from my left, against the wall and throw another energy ball of anger his way that throws him another few feet towards his subordinates. Concentrated despisal in a specially wrapped package just for him and the crunch of his bones as he collides with a dresser gives me some deep satisfaction.

“Stay over there and don’t try that again! Next time I will throw you out the window!” I snap at him, appeased with the ashen look of disbelief and pain etched on his face as his nearest minion helps pull him to his feet. His body already beginning to heal and confirm this room is protected from the weapon against his own people out there. I don’t think he expected my reaction or my ability as he has never really seen what I can do since I left the Manor many moons ago. I turn away form him in disgust, more than confident he’s too startled for a repeat right now.

“Sierra, are you okay? Radar, what about you?” I scurry towards them, Carmen on my rear as the Luna’s guard move with us and form a shield in a semi-circle while facing all eyes on the other wolves in the room. I get to the two huddled figures as a groan is let out and Radar seems to roll to his side, revealing a completely unharmed Sierra in human form as she pulls herself up into my awaiting arms. I give her a brief hug, the relief sweeping through my body like a wave of warm euphoria.

“Now, now, Juan, what kind of cowardly attempt was that? A gun? Silver bullets? Really…. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Are you that desperate to win, even if you die with her?” Leyanne mocks him from her position where she was already, unmoved and unphased and then smirks at the pathetic figure as he finds his feet to face her. Despite all the mess around us, she is like a statue of perfect posture in the midst and only brushes herself down to rid the falling dust form her black attire.

Radar draws my attention with another groan, this time a whimper in its core, and the sudden scent of blood pulls my eyes to him in alarm. The unmistakable scent of our own kind.

to him and throws herself on the ground to kneel beside him as he returns to human. His shoulder is covered in red oozing stickiness as it pours from a fresh wound and starts dripping on the floor at an awful rate. Now that he’s a fraction of the size as a person, the amount of blood is alarming and clear as day on human skin. Dark and oozing as

a sitting position, eyes scanning his body for more damage and then focuses back on his shoulder as tears prickle up in her eyes. I shudder in shock and follow suit to dive down beside him, pulling his body against me too and examine the bullet wound in despair. I can’t see it inside as it’s deep, but there is already swelling with a faint blue tinge from a combo of the two properties on earth which

I can smell wolfsbane, we need to get it out or he won’t heal.” I command at

his eyes, his expression becoming calm even in pain, and oddly still, and I wonder if he’s reminiscing about the scar to his face and his near death from this same poison in the war back then. My heart aches for him that of all

of us died with him. He knows he’s defeated and that was his last straw. He can’t win against the army of vampires nor can

spring up, almost as though they have been waiting, and fly at my guards. Juan turns in a flash to huge and

I push Leyanne harshly towards Radar so that she falls over on top of him and throw my hands up with a fiery glow of energy, pulsating in a second, thrust his way as a counteract and barely manage to keep myself upright with the kickback of my own sudden power throw. It’s a frantic attempt to shield and yet it’s effective even if I lose

explain why they settled to sit in here and wait, even with so few. It was his only fighting chance, to weaken us as we came here while he sat with full powers and energy in a bid to tilt the balance. Colton not coming was the only part he didn’t plan. He must have known we would show, or that the vampires were coming, and I wonder if it was chance and they stay here endlessly waiting, or if this was all preconceived

to his excessive bleeding. I focus on Carmen who is in the thick of it and fighting fearlessly alongside the guard. She

yet it’s all too compact and muddled

him steady. He has his eyes closed from the pain of what to us is a toxic venom flowing through his body and sweat is collecting across his skin surface rapidly. “You said you would stay by my side for the rest of my life….. you can’t break that promise, you hear me?” Sierra begins to sob as Leyanne pulls out a sheathed dagger, ornate with inlaid jewels in the exquisite handle from somewhere under her cloak and begins to cut out the silver bullet. Slicing into his skin with the focus

he tries to stop himself from tossing around. The witch is digging around to find it with the tip of the blade and I can’t bear to