Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Luna, stand your ground, the guards are pulling in!

One voice comes at me through my sudden hazy fog of a mind, and I am pulled back to the present and snapped out of my stunned shock. Aware of my wall of warm fur moving around me and then accompanied by more as the Lunas guard seem to appear from nowhere. I guess their fight with Juan’s minions has finally come to an end, and they are back to performing the duty assigned to them.

I turn my head and scan the faces of so many while I search out Radar and Sierra, barely able to catch a glimpse as the living wall of bodies collide around me in a massive circle like something out of a Hollywood battlefield. The only light comes forma full moon above and even with it’s full illumination, the land around me is like a creepy moving forest of aggressive groaning.

Noise is deafening and it almost blocks out the speakers transmitting my message to Varro, to the point I inwardly panic that he may not hear it at all. I mentally cross my fingers and pray that carmen is getting somewhere with the frequency and that despite this mayhem, Varro will come.

“We can’t just stand here like this! We need to do something!” I harshly push a gap between the wall before me of warm wolves and push myself between them, desperately looking for a higher vantage point in the hope I can see my mate or my brother. Maybe Varro is out there looking for me too, but with the darkness acting like a heavy cloak and the unrelenting fight closing in on us, I can’t see a thing.

I turn just in time to catch a glimpse of a wolf hurtling my way at speed and realize it’s flying through midair, it’s back to us and it’s on a collision course with my body. With its giant size and formidable weight, I am no match and brace myself to deflect it.

I cower instinctively, hands flying to my abdomen and screw my eyes tight, conjuring up my energy to create a forcefield around me as the wolf shield closes. My guards catch the torpedo like wolf and brush him aside with precise skill, so he skids across the ground in dramatic fashion with a grating swoosh. Rolling and bumping and scraping to a halt so his face comes at a point where I can open my eyes and see him through the legs of my cocoon. In my line of vision, his head turned to me and completely out cold.

I blink at the still figure for a moment, trying to recognize the face behind the mess, and realize it’s Radar and that he doesn’t look so good at all. His wolf form is filthy, disheveled, and matted, flattened in places and so dark from his own blood. I can tell his wound is still bleeding because Leyanne wasn’t able to finish what she was doing, and I have no idea where she even is now. I haven’t seen her since I left to look for Carmen and I haven’t seen her down here at all. The witch is good at disappearing when I need her the most.

“Radar! Pull him in here!” I command to my guards and reach out for him in panic, but he’s tugged away by the legs so fast I fall forward and slap my palms on the ground in front of me where his hand was a moment ago. In the blink of an eye, he was taken right from my grasp and I clamber out of my curled-up position to look or him.

Crawling at speed underneath my nearest wolf to watch as Radar is dragged some mere feet from me, by Juan, backwards and into a clearing of space. I shove the legs of my Lycan aside in a bid to make them move and only just catch sight of Sierra taking a flying leap into Juan’s back as she sinks her teeth into Juan’s right shoulder, and he lets out an agonizing roar. The battle between the three is relentless and now he’s disabled Radar it looks like Sierra has gone full feral mode and now willing to back down.

gets the upper hand and clings to him like a leech. Why don’t you just die! I’m so sick of you! What’s left for you to fight for? You destroyed everything for your own greed and there’s nothing left for you to do except die and leave my pack alone,

and leaving this world together so our souls are

and you will suffer in a cage until you die of old age,

a brutal blow to Juan’s face and neck, gouging at him with all the hatred he has. I can feel his energy waning, knowing the toxin in his blood is sapping all he has and the frequency is starting to affect everyone out here. I can sense my pack around me struggling hard to stay on top of the creatures they are fighting, to stay in lycanthrope form, and I frantically

be careful not to hit my own with my bursts of energy throws. I grasp handfuls of energy like pops of boulders, tossing them out through the wolves, hitting, pushing, driving back these ugly demons. It takes

Sierra as she appears in the left of my field of vision, this time

I cry out, turning my attention to her and muster up a ball of energy as big as a soccer ball and throw it right at the vampire’s head. Using my left hand to reach out and grasp with my telekinesis ability as the vampire is thrust sideways, I catch him, lift and hurl him away from my Rema with invisible touch. Palming my hands together in a slap, I yank them apart and split a pathway of bodies in front of me, sliding everything side, so I have a clear route to Sierra. My instinct taking over and boosting

run for her, so intent on being by her side and helping protect her, when Radar skids across my path in front of me, shifting back to human and I’m halted by the sight of him. His body drenched in blood, and sweat, and his wounds from claws are not healing as fast as they should. He’s pale, almost lifeless as he slumps on the debris strewn ground, spent of life force, and I focus my gifts on him as a vampire takes a potluck shot at leaping towards him. I

on him. Juan appears to my left, running fast and takes a leap right at my human pair. Putting his all into a flying assault as he thrusts his claws forward with deadly intent. I lift my arms, muster all I have left to form a body sized orb and thrust it towards the man with vengeance, over the top of the two people I must protect

midair stop and then momentum hurtles him backwards like he was just smashed with a freight train. He is blown tens of feet backwards into the heaving crowd of battling enemies and disappears into

to a halt on the gravel of the dirt track, stones biting into my knees and shins. My guards following to create an ever-present barrier and they flank around us in a circle

Creating small rivulets of exposed clean flesh through the bloodied mask that covers his entire skin and

to do…. How to help.” I beg Sierra but she seems lost in her own head while staring at him, like she’s about to breakdown and lose all control. Her panic and pain ebbing my way. I am on the verge of all out hyperventilating, terrified of losing

from his and ignites

the full hand and then up her arm before she places it over his chest where her fingers cover his heart. Splaying them out and pushing what she can through to him in the hopes it’s enough to

yet he seems lifeless. I grip his other hand in mine, pulling myself to the opposite side to Sierra, and we both lean over him to shield him from what’s going on around us. Creating a protective barrier of calm so she can do something to help him recover even a little.