Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Chapter 11: Is This It?

I can't turn and I've no idea why. I'm as weak and powerless as Juan said I was…. because of me, Colton will perish tonight too. He'll feel this pain, he'll know I'm suffering and as soon as my heart stops, his will too. I failed to keep my mate safe, by failing to save myself and I don't deserve his love, his bond.

I'm sorry, my love. You were right. I'm no warrior.

I doubt he'll even hear me, as along with my ability to turn, my mind link is silent and has been since I lost him upstairs. I close my eyes, trying hard to connect to him, to feel him inside my head one last time, but there is only deathly silence in the recess of my brain as fingers encircle my throat and I wait for the inevitable squeeze to end it all.

My blurry vision focuses in front of me, straining across the lawn in a last-ditch attempt to see the world I'm leaving behind. As he begins to choke the air out of my body, slowly, enjoying the power, savoring it, smug about the lack of my fight because I have nothing left. Truly sick.

My eyes settle on the chaos laid before me, and my heart implodes with what I see, the devastation too much for me to really compute. Tears rolling down my face as sadness numbs out everything else. A quiet peace filling my senses as shock and reality hit, to shield me from the horror of what I'm witnessing.

There are bodies everywhere. The unwanteds, the guardians, side by side, no care as to whether one was important or not. There's blood, debris, and the lifeless souls of my reject pack, strewn wherever the eye strays. Headless, maimed. Some torn to pieces, some just bleeding out from wounds across their throats and already dead. Dark fluid taints it all, blood in the shadows, stains everything as far as I can see. Chaos everywhere. It's a massacre we never saw coming, and they hit the weakest in our kingdom, the ones who had no defenses. Most of us were just children, or teenagers, and we never stood a chance.

This is it for us. My story is finally over.

I close my eyes and accept fate, choking slowly, no longer panic strewn but accepting, as blood sours out my sense of taste and I gag and fumble at the grass beneath my palms. Hot and sticky with my own life essence. Struggling to breathe, heart giving in, unable to fight while my body is broken and shattered. Paused and waiting for the final snap to end this agony and suffering.

The sudden wrenching of the hands around my neck makes me spasm in response, so in tune with the final blow, but instead of a relief from this plane to the next, I'm set free. Dropped hastily so my face collides with the damp stinking grass and the taste of my own blood is rammed backward as I inhale it forcefully. My throat released, and the flash of air that wooshes by me turns my gaze to follow impulsively. Weakly following the path of whatever just flew by me.

A black flash of snarling fur, a huge beast in utter rage, taking down the form of the man that held me captive and I can tell it's Colton as his scent follows on the wind. That instant inner completion only his presence can bring me, and a tiny ounce of my heart is restored. I slump my head down on my cheek to watch him, as I can't do anything much else.

He's ruthless, a true warrior, and one of the biggest of the pack as he towers at three times the size of my assaulter on his hind legs. Within seconds, without any obvious effort, or fight, he tears the man apart from limb to limb, no hesitation, as though merely pulling apart a piece of damp paper towel. Scattering him across the back wall in a vile dark red spray of body parts, with an almost explosion like drama.

Snarling, seething so his teeth glint in the moonlight devilishly and he turns viciously, before throwing its head across the courtyard, with enough force that it clears the wall completely. It's an act of rage and fury, and he throws his own massive head back, letting the most terrifying, stomach churning howl, erupt from deep within his body, alerting his kindreds that they should come.

the courtyard. Pouring from every avenue into the small space. Flooding all I can see

to get up, relief overwhelming me that they've come to our aid, our saviors are here, but I can't move. My hands are bloody and ripped up, my body is weak, smashed internally, and I can't feel my

ember eyes to fall into his safety and care. He calms from snarling teeth to human form instantly. In a blink, from

carefully as he can and pulling me against him gently, his own pain at me being like this filtering back to me and weighing upon me tenfold. Sharing

lost too much blood. I'm so cold, so numb that even his touch can't warm me as it should and I cry softly, with desperation because I know, as soon as I slip away, his own

just one more time, to give everything I have into healing myself, but it's futile. I don't even know how to turn, let alone if I can. It's like there is a disconnect and my abilities fail me. I muster any willpower I can but it's like that veil of

sodden face as I let out a useless breathy whisper. So ashamed of my own inability to ever be a match for his strength and power. Colton stares at me,

writhing, and shuddering with the sheer pain it inflicts upon me. I push my hands to his chest to beg him to let go, because it's too much and my body can't take

as he can to the nearest gate. It's a human run, not hyper speed and he hauls ass to get me outside the perimeter of the enclosed garden and building. I don't understand and all I can do is cling on and stiffen and sob at the movements

we are free from the confines of the courtyard, I feel it. Shocked with the sudden presence of him inside my head even though he doesn't say anything at all. A change to the weight on my chest and the dull fog of my brain as he skids down to his knees, scraping across the tarmac, taking me down with him as soon as he feels the bond

as you were the night of your turning. The pain, the elation of your new

soul and my head clears just enough. That internal foggy pain that held me weak moves aside, like lifting a foot from my chest and with

this…it's not hard. Fight for me." He catches my hand and holds it in his loosely, waiting, watching, silently pushing me

working', I arch in his arms and convulse as my body transforms me into the one thing that can save me. Right on the stroke of my human heart giving out and sucker

gag, at the same time, before vomiting a crap ton of blood and mucus right over the top of Colton's naked thighs as I've no control over aim. My wolf body ejects all that internal damage, as though somehow healing is just the process of getting rid of the messy bits I no longer need, and I'm covered in my own mess.

make this worse, finding myself on all fours, suddenly rejuvenated as pain diminishes and I wheeze, inhaling my lungs fully. The transformation heals me as fast as it possibly. From head to foot. Cuts close up, bones crack and reform, my lungs expand fully, enabling me to breathe once more and within minutes, I stand up as though I didn't just go through hell and near death in the bloody mess I left back there. Shaken, sore all over as it

I don't have the energy or the skill to sustain my true form yet. That took so much out of my wolf to literally save my life and I'm

without hesitation, the relief evident on his face and yanks me close to his chest. Wrapping me up and smoothing his hands over my naked body to check for any sign of unhealed marks. There are none. Wolf healing is incomparable and almost always fully effective.

in retreat. I need to get you to safety and follow them. There are survivors and we have to stop them before we lose them." He nuzzles his face against my hair before shifting me, making it clear we can't stay her. He helps me up, pulling me to my feet and leads me bodily, keeping me

know to come?" I ask weakly as he slides me into the nearest vehicle, pulling a blanket from the rear and draping it over my naked body as I begin to shiver insanely. I may be healed but my body and mind are going

couldn't hear it." He closes my door, jumping in the front of the truck and scrambles around for keys, finding them still in the ignition, thankfully. Wasting no time in putting it in gear, reversing us at screeching speed as though we're in pursuit of something and high tailing us towards the south road out of this part of the mountain valley. Getting me away from here,

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