Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Chapter 46: I'm What?

"How are we meant to get out of here? We're on the lowest floor and the elevator is that way?" I nod with my head in the direction we came from, a growing tight knot of anxiety that maybe the doctor's plan is not the best. He waves at the trucks again, reminding me of their presence, but I'm not sure how they will help down here.

"The one on the end, it's a medical truck, and that platform lifts up to the ground above. It's how we store them and transport things in and out."

As soon as he says it, I spin my head, eyeing the last green military truck that looks like its half-brother was a tank, and see the gears of the platform on the space behind it. The poles and hydraulics lining the steel wall in shadow and look up into a cavernous space that opens over your head when you get up close to them. From my room I couldn't see it, but this space goes up some hundred or more feet to a set of closed metal doors on the top ceiling.

"And then what? We drive around until she wakes up?" I gasp, bumping the bed onto the edge of the platform, still helping while dissecting the absurdity of this and he shoves it fully. We come side by side with the truck we are aiming for and he motions me to keep it going to the rear. I eye him warily, real tension ripping through me as panic rears its ugly head, at his lack of a proper plan.

"Yes, sounds right. She's been in a coma for eight years… we need time. I need to wean her awake and even then, I've no idea what state she will be in, physically, or mentally. All I know is we can't stay here and do that without getting caught, and I owe her. I won't fail my friend again!" the doctor has regained some of his equilibrium and leaves the bed with me to go run to a metal cabinet on the wall which houses keys and scoops up a set, coming back to open the truck and motions to bring the bed around.

"So, what you're saying is … there's no plan beyond getting out?" It's a dry, non-amused response and I stare at him as everything inside of me grips tight. I have to swallow down the rising panic and he half-heartedly shrugs at me.

"I'm a doctor, not a masked villain who kidnaps people for a living. I figured your fates would somehow… I don't know… help!! I mean you came and …. you're here!"

"Oh my god!" it's the only response as I have as words fail me, and I bite down on my lower lip and try to focus everything on helping him, and not the fact that after we get out I have no god damn idea what we're meant to do. The guards won't sleep forever, and they will come after us. At speed, with guns, and lots of them…. And inform Juan.

We make light work using the ramps inside the truck to get the bed and trolley in and he braces them in place which special metal clamps, hanging her saline bag on a hook coming from the interior wall, and pushes the mobile one into a corner and ties it down. He pushes the devices into clamps, and clips, along the wall parallel to her bed, and settles everything free standing into holders, or ties them in place expertly. Making light work as I can only stand and frantically race a million ideas through my head about what we're going to do.

"I have a cabin, my home I guess, when I'm not here. We should go there and try and get her to wake up. They'll track us, but we have a good head start and I don't know if we can lose them. No one knew about my cabin." It's a weird little look, a half happy he came up with a plan, with a heavy dose of please tell me that's a smart idea. I can only shake my head and stare.

He's not thinking this through, or really envisioning how well a wolf can track, or how much faster they can be on foot when needs be. They won't just dawdle when they find Sierra and me gone, they will come tearing after us like demons on the warpath and Juan will too, with his four crazy loyal subpacks, who annihilated my entire bloodline and got away with it. There's no being safe in some cabin in the middle of god knows where.

"That won't work… you've no idea how well they can hunt us. And Sierra… if Juan killed people to keep his dirty secrets silent, then he's going to send a tsunami after her to make sure we don't wake her up." I point out, tucking Sierra's blankets in tight to hold her neatly while he applies straps over her body to keep her in place. All I can do is keep helping, even if nausea is almost strangling me with so many possibilities and ways to die at Juan's hands.

"Well do you have a better idea? … We need to protect her until she wakes, we need to find a place we can fortify. I don't know people outside of these walls… I can't fight or shoot an army of wolves."

No place can be fortified against a pack of angry Lycans. Especially not when all you have is a bound wolf who can't use her gifts, unless in serious threat, a human aging, unfit doctor, and a sleeping witch. We are so screwed.

I wrack my brains, trying to think of a million places I passed these past weeks alone, and how none of them are any good to hide, and no amount of hiding will stop them tracking us. It was different when I ran, I was solitary, and only Colton had reason to follow, and I had a couple of days head start to let my scent fade to nothing….

Colton!!!! Of course!

me full circle and back to him,

also has a sub pack, and some fierce ass wolves who would do anything for him. One of the fiercest

I have her son… and he has a pack, and I know he won't leave me to fight this alone if I tell him I have his mom." He won't fail her; he's been looking for her. I

nod with no hint of hesitation. I know why he would query it, assuming under his father's guidance that he might have twisted his son into a mini clone in all these years, but Colton is far stronger than I ever gave him

does, he'll come. I have no doubts in this. We're linked, it's not hard to find him." Unless the fates took that from me when he marked Carmen, but I guess I'm going to find that out. I

I think so. I don't fancy dying tonight, so we better make it snappy." The doctor is starting to lose his adrenalin rush, his panic panting, and instead seemingly in the 'regret

place from the inside. I can walk straight through with crouching, in the dark confines of the small space to the front seats and sit down in the passenger side with a quizzical look aimed right at him as he too

he forgot that minor detail, of the fact we're underground, but he picks

presses a button in the center of the military green controller and I almost have a heart attack when the entire platform shunts into motion, jerking us harshly, and begins to lift. Not just this one truck, but with all three on the entire floor and we slowly start to raise up

in a three-mile radius. I hope to god he was right about knocking those guards out, because otherwise they are definitely going to know we are running away. I cover my ears, cringing, and recoiling into my seat, and have to resist the urge to shut

the building no longer has any bind over you. The walls work on some sort of ingrained frequency that's impossible for us to hear, but out there it doesn't work. It has to surround you, you see." The doctor yells over the noise, telling me facts

don't know why that's important, but I feel like it should be. My moment of fear dissipating when

years of research has shown that certain frequencies alone are some of the biggest weapons against your kind's gifts. Truly fascinating. We stumbled upon it when looking at some's ability to emit ultra-sonic sounds

home and it was frequency based too. I blink at him, not sure if I am piecing it together right or if I'm way off. The doctor is off on a nervous tangent, babbling away like a runaway cart as a reaction to stress

sort of portable isolation tank, that throws out the frequency instead of putting it in the walls?" Clutching at thin air as I try to fit together puzzle pieces I don't know belong together. I don't know how that would fit, given they almost killed me too and in turn would have killed Colton, but it seems a

sell the research a few years ago, claiming it was a profitable, but overall harmless, discovery." The doctor

once more, and even though it's stupid and I should hate him, there's a tiny ray of hope inside of me, an aching to go back to him. My own stupid weakness kicking in and finally after weeks of being heavy and hurt, it's raising a tiny little beam of sunshine in my

turned into a weapon… by vampires? I thought their kind were long driven underground and no longer a threat. Forgive me, my dear, we don't get any kind of news here." The doctor's clueless, and the shock evident on his face, eyes wide, mouth gaping slightly as he takes that in

maybe longer now, I don't know, I lost track. They attacked out of the blue and sent the mountain into chaos. A war is coming, and the wolves are all being dragged back to the mountain for Juan to control." I sink back in my seat and watch as we climb the last few feet. Climbing the darkness while surrounded by eerie tones of groaning and grinding and I try not to think too much about how high we are on this rickety sounding platform. The roof begins to open up and the dull grey of an ending day peeks through the cracks

than me and I can tell he really did not know. I can almost taste the suspicion

I don't care what kind of monster he is, he puts Colton on

even gave them the means to start one, then it

Juan in avenging his death. A common enemy is a great way to instill fear and make the people look to a leader to save them. Something doesn't sit right with it though, and I'm trying to

the hopes Colton would die when I did? As a

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