Rejected Mate and Following Fate

I make my way upstairs and head for Sierra’s wing, hearing the voices ahead of me before I get there and let myself into the open breakfast room where they are. Sierra, Leyanne, and Meadow are sat around the table while Sierra talks in an animated fashion, obviously excited and relief over our return. She’s clasping Leyanne’s hands and gushing her way like some weird fan girl. The adoration and respect oozing form every pore at seeing this witch.

“I can’t believe you came, that you’re here. We can’t thank you enough. You have no idea how much this means to have a witch like you, grace us with your presence and help.” Sierra is laying it on thick but not in a dishonest way and I really have no clue why she seems to idolize her so much. The witch has a lukewarm personality that is grating most of the time.

Leyanne looks moderately amused and slides her hands out of her overbearing grip confidently, making it clear she isn’t one for touchy feely the way Sierra is. It‘s not done to humiliate, and my mother in law barely registers the loss of touch as that velvety accent flows out and distracts her.

“You know I like a challenge and this spell…certainly is that.” Leyanne points out, her normal amused smugness leaching through and I impulsively interrupt.

“Meaning?” some sort of deflation of hope sizzles in my stomach, reading between her words and looking for fault as three sets of eyes glance to me at my intrusion. I can feel Meadow’s visual telling off as she knows there’s no way I’ve eaten yet, while Sierra leaps up and runs to me without hesitation.

“Oh god, my girl. You’re home!” She hugs me tight, wrapping me in a bear like grip that almost breaks bones and I sink into her embrace giving her the moment she needs to be sure I truly am okay. I strain to breathe properly but I know it’s only the force of her love leeching out to smother me. I have to tell her about the babies, but not yet, its better if it’s when it’s just us and she can absorb the moment. I feel she would try to downplay her joy when serious and pressing matters are on the table before us.

“Sierra was right about one thing… no single witch could pull off a spell this big alone, and after feeling it for myself, I’m certain of it. It’s a collective use of magic and most definitely coven based. Trickier to decipher and demolish but not impossible. I need some time to do a little research.” Leyanne shrugs as though we’re talking about getting a stain out of laundry and not pulling apart crazy dark magic that has possessed dozens of wolves all over the state.

“So you can break it?” Meadow interjects as Sierra and I make our way to the table, arm in arm, connected, and slide into seats in front of them. Sierra never letting go of my hand, clasped tightly in hers and it brings me some comfort to know how much she has missed me.

“I need to find the source. Where it started. To break it, I need to face where it was made. Most magic has a weakness, and normally it’s right at the root.” Leyanne taps her manicured nails on the surface of the polished table, seemingly thinking as seriousness returns to the air.

“It came from the mountain in the south, we’re guessing it’s where it started but that’s also where we think the vampires congregate in this area to sleep the day away.” I point out and scratch my head, wondering how we get the witch up there without vampires attacking. And if we go in day, we have the wolves to contend with. We have no ideas where the spell was cast but I guess if it floated from that way, then it’s a possibility. If she needs the source, then it’s our best bet.

“This might be troublesome. I’m more than capable of wading through wolves or vampires alone, but once I get there and witches try their hand, I don’t think even I can handle all on my own and still be able to focus on the task at hand. I will need to be given space to try and dismantle the spell. I can’t be spreading my gifts so thinly.”

“What’re you saying?” Sierra raises a brow; a slight look of worry crossing her face but Meadow cuts in first. Seemingly catching on quick and somehow more in sync with her after sitting together for hours on the journey home.

“She needs us to help her get to the lair, distract the wolves and the vampires while she takes care of the witches and the spell. In other words, the pack has to go out and fight.” Meadow and Leyanne lock eyes, a nod of agreement between them and my heart sinks like a heavy weight in water.

I hoped she wasn’t saying. A part of me shrivels up inside, fear returning and hope dimming. I truly thought that being a powerful witch meant she could somehow break it without having to leave the safety of the homestead. I thought it was going to be an easy fix form

than ten of us here who can actually go out there and fight our own, or the vampires without

if we go in night, we fight

just need to stay in shade… which means if the source is in the mountain… we will be dealing with both, no matter when we go.” Leyanne breaks the great news, killing us with her knowledge and dashing more of that joyful light I came home with. I rub my face, a question arising again that has followed me since Darrius. A tremor of fear that maybe this is

surprise that I even remembered this detail. She turns her body my way, placing her palms flat on the table with such a sheer vibe of calm that it irks me a little. Her total lack of being

She chuckles at the mention of movies I’ve heard of but never watched. I had zero interest in watching anything about

saying they can walk in and out of the sun, without being hurt? And what else?” Meadow perks up, interested too, although I can sense her alarm at this fact and Sierra

from one another too, which is common in mated vamps given feeding can be sexual. They’re not afraid of garlic, holy water, or wooden stakes, and they do have reflections, and five o’clock shadows if they are male. It’s always been one of the weirdest ones I heard that a vampire can never have a beard…I mean if that was true then how do they grow hair? ... Oh, and they are known to live peaceably with humans… but that’s a whole other story about tributes

as though maybe she’s winding us up. That’ can’t be true. I met Darrius, he

mocking this species in her own sarcastic way. I eye roll at her but giggle while Leyanne shakes her

in old castles and smelly gothic lairs. Not that I can talk, mind you… Darrius is a

Knowing fine well all the ones we encountered had amber eyes like ours, or palest orange, always dull though and not glowy like a wolf. She didn’t seem to really take note of Darrius

like I missed a whole lot.” Sierra’s face crumples with concern at the mention of us meeting vampires and I doubt she got very much from these

on it too, that I don’t want them to mention the pregnancy until I get to do it alone with her. Meadow smiles softly and nods and Leyanne remains

still access the tunnels to the grimoire library?” Leyanne glances to Sierra

Take as long as you need.” Sierra graciously offers and stands to show

rise to leave a knock on the door sees a guard bringing in food sent from Carmen, but no sign of her behind and I raise a

deliver this and inform you she has retired to her room. She hopes the Luna understands she needs to lay down for a little while.” He answers a question before I even ask, and I sit back when the chicken salad and pasta is laid out before me as

plate closer to Sierra seeing the monster portion Carmen has sent up. I think she took eating for three as a literal

shakes her head. Her eyes steady on me, as she seems to be reading my posture,

and famished. Now what is it you want to talk about. How was the journey? Did you see Colton out there?” Her voice is strained, obvious emotion lingering in her throat at the mention of her son and I wonder how many times she has seen him through the fog

her the memories first will and answer all her questions, and tell her what it is I want to share, but I don’t want it that way. I want her reaction face on, from my own words, to see the light of happiness

finding it weird to say the words loud, so matter of factly, my heart suddenly hammering in my chest. She gasps and retracts her hand in shock as she covers her mouth, overwhelmed and not expecting this statement, while tears spring to her eyes. I can read her instant abundance of happiness