Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Chapter 61: A Memory Lost


I lie still, watching her, frozen, breath raspy to match my elevated heart rate, but my fears begin to calm and fade as she slides down her hood with a slow even movement, and illuminates the room with a magical blue glow of both her hands. Like a mesmerizing smoky orb around each, that follows and traces with every movement. Hypnotic in nature.

Sierra Santo is a very beautiful woman, with almost milky skin, despite looking exotic. Her dark hair frames a delicate bone structure, and her eyes, although electrifying blue right now, are almond shaped under straight thick dark brows, so perfectly symmetrical. She has pouty lips, and an ever-present youthful charm that completely warms her to you. A face that says, 'I can be trusted' to match the surrounding atmosphere of serene she always carries

I sit up, gasping in wonderment at the light show, and reaching out to touch what I can see as she moves in and sits on the side of my bed with grace. She allows my hand to wander into hers, seeking out and investigating, before firmly surrounding my small hand in her own fingers and encompassing me within the warmth. I expected the blue air to be cold, but it's almost like being submerged in a hot bubble bath, and I giggle at the tickle of it.

"Don't be afraid, Alora… it's magic. Special, gentle, and yet so very beautiful, and kind, when used the right way. Would you like to do some magic with me while I tell you a story?" Her eyes are still that dazzling brightest azure, and I look from her hands to her eyes in awe at the vibrance of this mystical light she's able to produce. My curiosity killing the last of my fears, and I nod with the enthusiasm of a child who wants to discover more. Naïve courage, because of my innocence

Of course, I shouldn't be afraid, this is the Luna Santo and I do know her. She comes to the library to read us stories and plays with us sometimes. well she did, before all the grownups left to fight a battle. Just like my own mommy and daddy have. and my big brother Jasper. and my grandparents. and most of the rest of the Whyte pack. I stay with Mommy's friend while they're gone, Aisha Munro, one of our pack. who is big and round because she says she's having puppies. Sierra has a son around my age, but I don't like boys. and I don't like playing with Santos. They're always so pushy and aggressive when we do. and I prefer my friends from the Whyte pack. We're softer, we play less rough and tough games than fighting and hunting. They're just stupid.

up against my headboard and shuffling my butt so I can sit properly. With blue as our light source, everything it touches between us is shaded in cold hues, which add even more magic to

you like, so you can listen and empty your mind from any distractions. I need you to focus on my words and not my light." Her voice is so soothing, low, yet pretty. I've always

her hand and wriggle myself down like a squirming caterpillar into my sheets once more, pushing my head back against my cushion, sinking in. I don't care why she's come in through my window and not the door. Or why she came in the night, I want to be a good girl and listen to her magical adventure story. The one in which a wolf learns magic. That's crazy, and even

when she chooses, but my mommy is a warrior, and she has to stay away and protect us from the bad

to my chest, but keeps my one hand in hers snugly and tightens the grip she has on me. She slides back a little and lays my wrist on her knee which splays open my palm to disengage hers, so she can touch my hand without holding it properly, and with gentle strokes begins to circle in the center in a rhythmic motion. The sensation sends both shivers, and goosebumps, across my skin but it brings back the sleepiness

tale." Her voice is hushed, as though she's telling me secrets, and I obediently open my mouth as she pops a small, round, semi soft object, in my mouth,

I ask while opening one eye to look her way, it was so tasty I could eat a whole bowl of whatever that was. She's leaning over my hand, looking at me, and shakes her head

make tonight fade away further than a forgotten dream, where no one will know where to look to find it. It's a very special berry, only found in crevices of magical places, in whimsical woods, and with my

wind outside my window. There are no other noises around us, not even the ones of the house creaking, or the Munro's coughing in their sleep,

it will, and when you remember it, remember this night and this moment…. all will fall into place. You'll know why I came," Sierra Santo brushes a hand across my forehead gently, a simple yet affectionate touch of a mother, and I nod, not willing to interrupt her anymore, so eager for this story to begin even if I don't grasp what she means. I love tales about witches, and magic, and brave hero's, and hope this is going to be a good one. I can already

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