Rejected Mate and Following Fate

Chapter 62: Sleep Little One

I sigh heavily, letting out a tiny noise, but Sierra is making sure I keep my eyes closed and I picture such a pretty girl with white hair, saddened with little pangs in my heart, that she was ended in such a cruel way. In wonder that a wolf can be both like me, and one of those creatures out there, mommy is fighting. I wonder if this story could be a little bit true and wouldn't it be sad that all these wars were because a bad man killed a little girl, because he was afraid she would take his crown away. What a silly man.

"Stories told are a funny thing, as they change and grow, and details are forgotten, or exaggerated, and soon that story of years gone by are lost among the wolves, visionaries too afraid to correct the tellers. We witches became enemies, because we held truth and sight, as alphas removed traces from our history and beheaded witches who spoke out. The wars raged on, decade after decade, for hundreds of years, until no wolf or vampire knew anymore why we came to hate one another with such passion. The witches still uttered the secrets though. All was to be forever that way, quiet secrets, until a visionary, a seer, saw something that changed everything, and she sacrificed her life by spreading a prophecy to any who listened. Neither side trusts the motives of the witches, but we have always been the peacekeepers and the healers among you all. Our hearts were open to love all kinds, and we only wished to serve the needs and cure the sick, but this hatred has pushed some of my own kind into a terrible darkness who use their gifts for bad. And we no longer tried to right the wrongs of your people."

Sierra again lifts her hands from my eyes, although I keep them closed, poised, and waiting for her words, and she returns to twirling my hair.

"This Seer, she saw an end to it all, in the form of a white wolf with the blood of a vampire running through her veins. A direct descendent of both blood lines, both ancients. The prophecy was clear, that only a femme could carry the gifts needed. She would rise up and lead her people…. not in war, and hate, and death, no, that was never the prophecy, but she was to unite and repair the bonds between the two, because a warrior she may be, but her truest gift will be the love she has inside of her, and her power will be used to reset the balance. She isn't going to wipe out the vampires… she's going to find something among them that will show her how to fix the rift. They possess something she needs from them. She's a healing balm." Sierra sighs heavily, fatigue overtaking her voice, and a sense of hopelessness dulls her tone.

"A new King was rising among the people and his bloodline, that of the king of old, was not willing to relinquish his throne either. That same power madness infected his mind and he began to purge the lands of any white wolves he came across on his battlefield. Not that there were many, as the flaws in our kind make their birth almost impossible. He broke the laws, and killed his own, and to hide his secrets he killed all that were linked to them and purged the packs of any trace. You see, losing our kind in battle raises no questions, and he knew he could never let a white wolf rise. Such is his need for that power, that he married a witch wolf, and hid her identity because he thought she would make him rise as the chosen one."

I wonder if our Alpha Santo is that king? If Sierra is the magical witch in the story, then maybe she means Juan Santo is the evil king. How silly. Juan isn't a bad man, he's the one my mommy went to war with. He is our people's king now. 

"There was one who shone bright and started to lead a better way. Turn the battles in our favor, but all too often she was letting the vampires live and showing mercy. She believed she could end things if she was allowed to meet with the Coven King of darkness and put an end to it all. She said she had a way. A future with peace. The Alpha king was furious, but the witch Luna had affection for the white wolf, and she begged him to leave her be. The king knew the white wolf was too strong for him, and that his witch mate would try and intervene, so while he pretended to allow her to travel alone to find this leader of the vampires for a solution to the fights, he struck down her family, and her mate, putting an end to her own life too. He used the bond link to his advantage. He thought he had ground down to dust the prophecy once and for all, with no more traces of white among our kind. There was devastation in the air, and a broken witch wolf in heartbreak. The king, however, was reminded of a child, who stayed behind, and had not yet come to turn and show her true colors. A femme child with the possibility of her hybrid mother's gifts. But you see, the king's mate…. she is a witch, bound by a bond to him yet she does not support his actions. That wolf was her sister in friendship, maybe not in birth, but she adored her as though blood, and her heart was broken by what he'd done. The betrayal of his people, and the murder of his own, the betrayal of his bond to her in hurting her closest. That witch, she knew that he would come after the rest of the white wolf's pack and end any chance of another rising ever again. She chose her people over her bond, she chose her love of the white wolf's child, and it brought me to you." Sierra stops stroking my face and her words make me jump. So caught in the wonder of her tale that it's a surprise for her to say that.