Rejected Mate and Following Fate

“I expected something a little less run down, grander. Do you wolves not believe in modern conveniences, like electricity and running water?” Varro mocks as he scans the large hall of the manor, scoffing at its dark and drab appearance. I can’t blame him, as since we’ve been gone, this place has fallen into some urban war disarray that I never imagined could possibly happen to this place. It feels and looks abandoned, dust and dirt on every available surface from neglect. I have no idea what happened and why Juan returned the valley to the dark ages.

“Funny.” Colton dismisses him with the dry tone he reserves for people liked Deacon, a wolf who once stood against him.

“We could try find the generators and power them up.” Meadow followed us in here when we moved and cuts in with a snappy tone, also peeved at having her home turf mocked. The other subs are here too, those who didn’t follow Jasper in pursuit of Juan and I give her a smile and nod in answer.

“They are running and powering the security system outside. It seems the main electric is cut off though.” Carmen is still hovering by the door, eyeing up the stranger in our midst with an air of suspicion and watching him like a hawk. Colton isn’t too relaxed either, but weirdly, I feel like the danger isn’t in here with us, even with Varro beside me. He has a presence for sure, of darkness and power, but yet there’s also a sense of calm and security about him. He’s weirdly vibed.

“Juan lost interest in maintaining the valley as somewhere to live comfortably. It became an army base and all home comforts were sacrificed as unimportant while he was busy ruining what was left of the pack.” The bitter tone of a stray wolf who was lurking in the shadows where we left him. One of those we first encountered when getting in here.

“We can figure something out. Come on Chica, me and you and our boys here.” Meadow clicks her tongue at Carmen, nodding to the subs and takes off at speed to light this place up. Reading the room and thinking maybe Varro, Colton and I need to be alone. I think she’s right. The atmosphere is somewhat strained and Colton is tense as hell now we’re in here with my bio father.

“Cozy.” Varro raises a brow, oozing sarcasm once more.

“Remind you of home, huh?” Colton bites back impulsively and I eyeroll at his obvious show of testosterone. Colton is in alpha mode and high on adrenaline. Right now he sees Varro as a male encroaching his territory, rather than someone needing to be negotiated with. I sigh it out and ignore the obvious sparks between them.

“So….. we’re here, alone. You wanted to talk, let’s do that.” I have no patience for this and the babies in my belly are fast sucking what energy I have. It’s the middle of the night and I’m tired and hungry. I need solutions soon so I can lead my people back out of here and see how many we lost. Then I can eat, sleep and recover this hellish night.”

“I didn’t expect our first real meeting to be under these circumstances, and honestly, I am not sure how to make this a little more pleasant. Getting to know one another is something I want, and I realize tonight there are too many strong emotions and a lot of mistrust lingering in the air.” Varro strolls about, running a pointer finger over a nearby mantle and tutting at the debris that dirties his hand.

“I’m not in the frame of mind to be talking about a father and daughter bond. My people are hurt, god knows how many dead. Tonight is a complicated mess and they come first. If this is an end, then let us go do what we need to do on the promise that this is truly over. Jasper will bring Juan and then I want you to leave.” I stand my ground, irritated by my own discomfort and fatigue. My head’s a mess and tonight I can only think of going home.

“A treaty. We meet to sign one, formally, in a few days. My own kind will want this in writing, and I assume so would yours. I know it’s a little old fashioned, but you are dealing with an ancient species with a flair for the dramatic.”

“Whatever. I just want this to be over. We have lost many, and I’m sick of the bloodshed and fear. I want a future where my children will feel safe and we can stop always hiding in the homestead, fearing the world outside our own door. If a piece of paper does that, then we can meet up and sign it.”

“It was always about my loss. I hope you can believe that and trust that this is truly over. You are alive, and my bloodline is about to be further spread with your offspring.” Varro seems genuine and yet so much is swirling inside of me while standing in this dirty and dark mess, that I can’t begin to unravel my feelings.

“If you go back on your word, and your hybrids rise up again….” Colton interjects, his biting tone clear.

“They won’t. As of tonight, their existence is surplus and they won’t be an issue in a few days.”

grinds his teeth, already knowing the answer. To him it’s vile to create your own kind and then massacre them when not needed. As wolves who value pack above all, its not something we can begin to understand.

no longer required. Hybrids will disappear from around you. I have no need for them. And without purpose, they are rabid nuisances that create havoc for the human world.” Varro

and heartless.” He snorts and turns away, unable to hide his feelings on the matter, his face a picture of disgust, but

of our separate species.

debate on Lychan versus Vampire while I’m standing here with one foot in both rivers. It’ll only end in argument knowing how pig headed

I break into their conversation and try to steer the attention back to

him well but now he has a place to go

bristles up, instant defensiveness and spins

bring him home and back to the pack, don’t be so hasty to dismiss him. He’s

our community that I fear he maybe forgets what he is and might need some

take care of him, you don’t need to worry about that. He’s my family.” I cut in to dampen the mood and slide in between the two of them as Colton and Varro both seem to move forwards

that is needed is a time and place for our reunion. Treaty in hand of course, and maybe some prettier

hating his every word, and I eyeroll. I know it’s going to take time for a

come alone.”

Imagine the uproar if two vampires walk into the homestead. The pack will

me and bring peace. The sooner the pack get used to seeing them, the better.” I reach out and lay my palm on Colton’s forearm, feeling his tension bristling under the surface as he turns and paces. A sign he’s itching

especially if you are bringing more hybrid vampires into their home. Who knows how your children will turn out. It’s not always a given that

have more than a set of

tri-brid mix that I have ever heard of in my lifetime. Maybe Alora

answer but the sudden blink blink and then blinding brightness of instant illumination makes me flinch instead. Covering my eyes as I adjust to new light and then look around in dismay at how badly run down this place

place back to what I assume

the only solution if Juan is out of the picture. The fractured pack need to be brought back together and the homestead just isn’t big enough for all of us.

Colton just can’t seem to drop his defensive attitude, but I don’t blame him, even distracted by my own thoughts. An

out. An easy fix once we found them.” Meadow appears, seemingly jovial at their accomplishments and Cesar is hot on her heels. Neither fazed at all and at least they don’t seem as hostile and combative towards Varro as my mate

waiting to find out what’s next.” Cesar drops a hint, meaning they too want to know what’s going on now we’re all in here and the fighting has stopped. It feels surreal and not like

on one thing will help your pack disperse back to their homes for now. Juan can only hide if there are crowds outside.” Varro rubs his temple for a second, his blood red eyes seeming to glow a bit bright and then he gives me a crooked smile when he catches me staring at him. “Sending them off. No need for them anymore; Darrius informs me that they have Juan and are heading our way.

because of that man and yet it was unavoidable no matter the outcome. Those wolves had to pay for their crimes and their family is seen as collateral damage. It breaks my heart knowing we just lost more souls in this night, and it was no fault of theirs. At least now I know Sierra will be spared if Juan disappears

We need to find out who we lost and make arrangements for the dead. Keep only our best sub packs here to carry out the orders tonight.” Colton is commanding Meadow, pacing towards them and setting things in motion as I adjust to my overly

the sight of it, knowing it was too good to be true to have Cesar seemingly fine with our guest. I know the entire pack are