Rejected Mate and Following Fate

I sit watching from my safe distance and secluded peeking spot at the large singular building nestled in an unnatural clearing,
surrounded by ten feet of barbed wire fencing that stretches all the way around, save for a set of very large gates at the far side.
All closed and locked tight and looking deserted. There are dirt tracks showing signs of infrequent visits from off road vehicles
leading up to it, coming from the south, and I'm perched here for watching for signs of life for an hour now, as I try to figure out if
it's safe to get closer.
It took the rest of the day to get here, following an imaginary line from my previous camp spot, in the general direction and
sticking to hyper speed for most. I'm tired, my back agony from keeping on trekking at an hour I've grown accustomed to being
the settling down and making camp stage. Sweating, breathless, hot, and sticky, and currently sat on my backpack as I try to
figure out how stupid I would be if I went and further investigated.
There's no signs of life, no new tracks, or lingering scents of anyone being around the perimeter from this distance. It seems
silent, but then it's a large white windowless building, with a rough cast of fine white stone, and looks exceptionally clean for
being out here in the middle of no man's land. It has an aura of mystery and my gut is telling me to be wary, even if it's also
urging me to investigate.
The mast on top is a huge metallic construction, like the Eiffel tower almost, and sits on the roof of it's a custom platform,
stretching some thirty feet upwards. I thought at first it was a telecom mast, or maybe power, but there's nothing connecting to
what looks like a radio antenna coming from the top of it. There's a generator steel box, almost half the size of the building, within
the compound, yet sat apart from it, and it's humming on low within its own encasement, suggesting this building has constant
power.
There's something off, even if on the surface it looks how I imagine an unmanned power plant substation would look, and despite
that, my inner weird voice that kept pushing me east, it's telling me to get closer. My own mind and instincts battling with what to
do and its why I've sat here staring at it for so long. The sensible part is screaming danger, the less logical me is telling me how
harmless this looks and that there are no signs of life at all. The weak part of me is aching for some sort of connection to
civilization, and a longing to touch something real and man made after so many weeks alone. It just reminds me that despite
doing better, I've been crushingly lonely still.
I can't see any way in from this angle so the door must face those giant gates, which means it only has one entrance and nothing
else. Not exactly a layout for any kind of worrying military base, I mean, it's not even that big. At most you could park two of the
Santo trucks inside, so I doubt it homes any more than some power grid equipment for maybe some of the further rural homes.
Maybe it's a radio station with sporadic visits or something. I don't have a clue, as it's hardly my area of expertise. It's not big
enough to be anything much else.

The point is after an hour sat here, I haven't gotten any signs of life, or any reason to not go and have a closer look, and the only
thing stopping me is my own terrified level of suspicion. I'm being overly cautious, my feeble side wading in, and even the wind
blowing this way is picking up on no human scent in any way. It seems completely deserted.
I can see cameras at the corners of the building on this side and they probably have them at the front too, but they are all
pointing down at the ground within the fences, so I can at least get that close without being caught on them. I guess they're to
pick up on wildlife getting in, or something. I might see more if I go around the other side and figure out what it is. It might have
signs, or maybe hazard warnings, if it is just a power plant. If I know for sure, then I can stop tiptoeing around and relax.
I exhale heavily, wiping the rolling beads of moisture from my brow and look up at the fading light in the greying sky. I should find
a place to make camp and stop wasting what daylight I have left. Come back in the morning, but that means trekking further, as
this is the first clearing I've come across in hours. There's nothing nearby that looks like a good place to set up, so maybe I might
have to sacrifice a comfy night and roll up in the bear fur right here. I can't think of anything else to do.
It's either go check this out and then walk on when I know what it is, and if I can salvage anything, or camp and look at it in the
new day. I'm exhausted, really need to eat and I don't have the energy to do much of anything.
I get up, mind in two halves, and pull my backpack up with me, lugging its heavy weight as I try to make a decision. I don't want
to be out in the open when darkness falls, as despite not picking up on any creatures of the night, I can't be sure there aren't any
lurking in caves, or underground tunnels of which I have come across many these past days. I remember the stories, that the
Vampires came out of the ground during the war. I would just prefer to stick to my usual plan of picking a site and staying there
until dawn.
I don't wander far, realizing it's wall to wall close knit trees in all directions but one, moving towards the building. It really is the
only part here that has space to even lay down and I'm not about to sleep in the clearing near it.
I doubt any passing big cat, bear, or such, spends much time walking its perimeter so I make the decision to pick a tree with
great leaf cover and climb one. It's better than being a sitting duck on the forest floor, and I doubt I'll get any real sleep when I
haven't found a good place to hide out. Up a tree I can tie myself to the trunk and at least dose off and on through the night and
wait to investigate this in the morning. It'll give me a little security, and at least up high, I can defend myself if needs be.
I end up walking a full circle and finding the right kind of trees nearer the main gates of the building. One's with wide bases,
multiple branches from mid-way up, with extra amounts of foliage and twisting crisscrossing boughs for platforms. I squeeze
between two that are close together, about twenty feet up their branches merge, and curl, to make an extra wide landing place,
and have to haul myself up with my backpack on, finding it a little more labor intensive than normal.

When I get up there, I manage to find a flat enough spot that with one of my pelts rolled out I snuggle into a dip between two
parallel boughs and can properly lay down, without having to anchor myself to anything. I hang my backpack on a broken stump
on the trunk and lay out on top of my makeshift bed, stretching and wriggling to see how comfy I can get, satisfied that this isn't
too bad as long as it doesn't get windy or rain tonight. I don't want to unroll pelts that could slide off if I roll in my sleep and draw
attention to lurking wildlife. I won't have a fire to keep some of the natural creatures at bay up here, so I have to make do with
cold meat, a bumpy bed, and the rustling and swaying of the trees to lull me into slumber. Not that I think it'll be an issue, as now
I'm up here, my eyes are heavy and my brain cloudy with fatigue. It's been a long day.
I sit and watch the building through the foliage for a while, sat at my safe distance, watching as the shadows lengthen and
become part of the dark surroundings as light fades fast. I'm already exhausted from my extended trekking, so settling down and
beginning to drift off is easier than usual. Not the usual spew of weighty things on my mind to keep me awake, and it feels like
only seconds of blinking and drowsiness before I zone out.
I wake with a start, jumping slightly, and sitting up fast, banging my head on rough wood and silently yelping as I properly come
to. I must have drifted into a deeper sleep so fast, because it was a second ago, I could still see my hand in front of me and now
I'm in utter pitch darkness and can't even make out what I'm sitting on. Disorientated at first until I remember where I am and how
I got here and my belly rumbles because I didn't eat. I woke with a fright for sure, and my heart is thundering through my chest
as my nocturnal eyesight kicks into touch, clawing the area around me frantically into focus.
I'm not sure exactly what woke me yet and I slowly sit up, sliding my legs up, my knees touching my chest as I rub my now
bruised, lumpy, forehead, while scanning my surroundings for a cause. Taking deep breaths to calm down and center myself,
letting my senses take over, rather than my scared brain.
It doesn't take me long to see what brought me around once I settle down and actually look. There's a shiny black truck parked in
the undergrowth beside the fence, nearer the back of the building where I first stood. It's about ten feet further down the
makeshift road. They must have just pulled up, maybe the noise, and headlights, are what roused me to alert and I watch with
held breath as someone slides out and makes their way around the fence to find the entrance. An eery solitary figure, shrouded
in darkness. It's both a joy to see another person, but also a massive alarming worry, that I'm seeing another person
They, much like the truck, are all in black, wearing a hood pulled over their head so I can't see their face at all, but I can tell it's
male. Tall, stocky, and as he moves around the gate with his focus on his task, eerily quiet on his feet. The wind picks up gently
and blows this way, guiding his scent towards me and I recoil in utter shock, like someone tasered my ass.
He's wolf... like me. There's no denying that very specific scent we all carry and it red alerts me and wakes up my brain
immediately.

I have no idea why the hell a lycanthrope would be manning a power plant in the middle of the forest. I mean, maybe it's not that
big a deal, some packs live and work in the human world and have regular jobs as they try to pass off as one of them. This could
be a guy who works for the power company and for some reason, likes to frequent his unmanned building in the middle of the
night. I'm sure that's probably a normal thing, for unconventional hours, or maybe if he has a special task at this time of night.
Probably not likely, and it's too weird that all the way out here, alone for weeks on end, the first person I come in contact with is
one of my kind. It's a little too coincidental, especially as I came here after following some deeper gut feeling, and stupid dreams
of Sierra Santo.
I watch, squinting through the foliage as I try to see his progress and get a better look, but the gates are obscured from my
angle, and he disappears behind trees that sit between us, and out of sight. I don't want to lose track of him in case he somehow
heads in here without me seeing and shows up at the foot of my tree. I doubt I would be a welcome discovery.
I don't hesitate. I slide off my perch, silently climb down the tree, and crawl closer until I can see him again from another angle,
ducking down behind a rock and keeping low. My senses are on major high alert, and I'm taking comfort in the fact the wind is
blowing this way, so he won't smell me the way I did him. I'm relatively safe from this distance if he doesn't see me moving
around.
I have to creep on all fours, keeping still, and wedging in behind a fallen log to get a better look as I track him. By the time I figure
out where he is, eyes scanning the fence and truck, he's already inside the compound and up against the door. He moves fast,
and it just conforms that he's one of my kind.
I hear a beep, a click, like he opened something, or had some sort of key, and the door slides to the side in front of him. It doesn't
open out like I expected, but more like something of an elevator door, that slides out of sight, back on itself, which is weird for a
low-tech building.
From here I can see inside though, and there doesn't seem to be anything at all in the doorway, making it all even weirder. It
looks like an empty concrete box, and no big inside room, or control panels, or anything from what I can peer into. That just
makes the sliding door stranger if it's concealing nothing. I move a little closer still, not convinced I'm getting a full picture, hitting
the last line of trees before the clearing, and stand tall to side slide behind one and peek around. I know it's stupid getting this
near to him, but I can't see, and this place has me so confused as to what its purpose is, or what its importance is to my instincts.
He walks inside, turns, and faces something to the left, just behind where the door is. He leans in, ducking slightly so his face
comes level with an out of sight panel.

"It's me, I'm back, bring me down." A low growl to his masculine tone, most definitely a wolf. I can just tell.
He stands tall and turns to face the open front door, my heart rate escalating as nerves consume me, and my body begins to
tremble. I swear, for a second, I think he looks right at me and I dive back, flattening my back to the bark and close my eyes, as
though somehow that'll make me invisible. I'm not sure though, as he didn't seem to react at all, and I'm probably being paranoid
because I'm scared. There's a crunching noise, the humming of the generator revs up in ferocity, and the whole building emits a
long grunting moan.
I peek back, holding my breath to steady my shaking self, quick enough to see the door beginning to slide shut as he slowly
lowers down below the level he's standing on. It clicks instantly that the floor is moving, and he's going down. Like some sort of
elevator for sure, and it explains why, on the surface, there's no sign of life and the building is small. It's deceptive, and the
sliding door, it conceals a car sized transport to a lower level. That means whatever is down there is big enough to accommodate
vehicles should they need to be taken down, and that makes my blood run cold.
I don't think it's any kind of power plant, and I shouldn't be here at all. It obviously has more going on below, and now I know a
wolf is manning this station, then I have absolutely no chance of finding anything worthy of stealing and getting away without a
trace. Not that I want to anymore. Everything inside of me is telling me this is a bad idea, and I need to get far away from this
place as soon as humanly possible.