Rejected Mate and Following Fate

"COLTON! COLTON! ....." I yell in the hopes of him hearing me and being close enough to respond, but there's nothing but
deathly silence in the eeriness of this green mist. It seems like even the wind around us is captured on the other side of the
boundary and we are left standing in an airless stillness that isn't natural. My body shudders involuntarily and I cover my arms
with my own palms to comfort the sudden pang of vulnerable that courses through my body. My heart screeching that this is all
kinds of wrong.
"What's that, look, there." Meadow points thorough to a slightly less dense patch to our right and we catch sight of a huge dark
figure moving across our horizon, getting close to the rune border and yet not coming further. It's almost like they hesitate as they
reach the line from fog to clearing.
"Who's there.... who is it?" I call out boldly, feeling nothing of vampires and sensing only wolves nearby. I can feel the presence
of my love, somewhere beyond that line, yet he can't seem to interact with me at all.
"Why aren't they answering us?" Meadow steps forward to gaze intently into the wall of emerald smog but she can't see through
as it still billows and bombards our magical resistance with an effort to get at us. It's like watching the clouds roll in a
thunderstorm and if it wasn't so terrifying, it would be almost mesmerizing.
"Maybe it's dampening sound out there and we can't hear them..... I can feel them, so surely they can feel us too. They're right
here and yet not a single one has breached the boundary." I query in confusion.
We both flinch and instinctively step back as a pair of clawed hands come at us through the mist and meet an invisible almost
glass like wall. It makes the barrier shudder with a magical spark that travels outwards like a ripple of disturbed water. Enough to
startle my heart into pumping like I've been running and we both leap further back and stare in open eyed shock as they come at
us a second time to try with more force. The claws bang against it with a violent reverberation, making us both recoil slightly into
our own bodies this time and a face appears through the mist pressing to the separation, baring teeth and fueled with rage.
"Cesar?" Meadow frowns at the familiar face of her mate in wolf form, relaxing slightly, even if she seems confused at his
behavior and moves to him, but his eyes catch my attention and I grab her by the upper arm and haul her back in panic. Fear
gripping my soul and I shake my head dramatically to drive home she should stay back.
"Don't! Look at his eyes..." I nod towards the angry snarling glare of our pack brother and Meadow gasps as her own soft eyes
land on the emptiness of his. Where normally his amber eyes would glow, is deep almost endless black, covering every part,
including the whites and completely changing his entire appearance. Sheathed in darkness, sending tremors of mistrust through

me and I step further back as another wolf makes a break at the wall to my left. The same ripple shuddering between us as they
fail to get through and the slight dampening of fog reveals more wolf turned angry kin coming our way.
"They can't get in.... something is wrong with them." I point out as more appear along our invisible line and growls and snarls
aimed our way pierce the air, proving sound is not a barrier issue as they spy us standing here. I shudder with a wave of
apprehension and back away, hauling Meds with me so we leave a good ten feet gap from the rune line.
"Chica... It's Cole." Meadow drags my attention back to the center with a pointed finger, as the mist begins to thin out enough
that those within the first few feet begin to become completely visible. I spot Colton standing only feet from me, tucked behind
them, directly facing us, only he's not wolf, he's still human but his claws are extended, and his eyes are the same terrifying
abyss of black as Cesar. He's focused straight at me, with a blood curling glare that isn't the Colton I know and love at all. He's a
hunter in kill mode, rage pulsating around him, his snarl in place and his teeth beginning to peek. It's obvious that I am his prey.
Trembling under his unbreakable and penetrating gaze I shiver and curl my arms around Meadow's arm, feeling instantly
vulnerable and unsure what to do. The way he's looking at me makes my blood run cold in my veins.
"Colton, what are you doing?" my words tremble weakly, shaking with emotions as they pass my lips and for the first time since I
have known him, I'm truly afraid of him in this moment. He looks like him, only he's not. I can feel the aura of sinister ebbing from
them all and I sink down against her as he bares his teeth fully, elongating as he growls at me and scoops forward into pounce
mode.
"It's a spell, it has to be. Only that could keep our own out. Look at them. They're almost feral and if they could get over here, I
think you and I would be brindis" Meadow shudders and reaches out impulsively towards Caesar as he punches a clawed fist at
the barrier and roars in rage when he can't get through. There's no denying the anger and aggression seeping from them, that
we're what they want, and it's not for sweet reunions. Our pack mates are looking at us the way they look at vamps just before a
kill. Somehow, we are now the enemy and who they want to tear limb from limb.
"Maybe when the fog clears, they'll be okay." My voice breaks as the words tumble out like a child, and Meadow grabs my hand
and starts pulling me away as she notes Colton readying himself to leap at us. He's poised, moving low and setting his sights
higher than where the others keep trying to get through. "Wait. I can try something." I gasp in desperation and yank free, turning
my attention back to Colton. Pulling my hands together to cage my own palms with my fingers until I feel my energy build into a
loose ball, I throw it out wide, like a veil, to part and push the fog into the background of where our mates stand. Trying to clear
the air around them in a bid to remove its effects.
Meadow watches with silent anticipation as a clearing in the shape of a half dome is thrust back like a 'poof' of someone blowing
at it. It's gentler than I expected given the force I threw but I guess that's the nature and power of the fog. There's instant clarity

as I clear around them completely, and they stand in perfect focus breathing in newly fresh air as I hold my breath and wait. With
the immediate ten feet lifted and clear in the morning light we can see just how many of the sub pack are standing close by and
staring murderously our way. How many of the other packs are hanging behind, crowding around, and surrounding their alpha as
though waiting for something. All of them. Every wolf that was caught out there in that green smoke is huddled here and not a
single one has amber eyes.
They all seem to be waiting on Colton to make a move, still in pack hierarchy, even if they're enchanted. Colton looks up and
around at the fog clearing, pulling back like the tide, the air around them returning to normal. He tilts his chin back down and
stares me dead in the eye. Eyes still black, gaze still venomous and he makes a run for me through the clearing. A vicious and
high leap that sends his full body shuddering into the invisible veil. The entire wall of air in front of us vibrates and ripples
horrendously, as though he almost pushed it to its limit. The cascading effects sent out along left and right, like it was hit by a
sonic boom, yet he still remains on the other side as he tumbles back down to land on his hind paws.
I fall back in startled shock as he smashes the barrier for a second attempt, level with my height and the subs follow, all
aggressively pounding into the magical safety net and clawing, trying to rip through. It's like they are hoping combined force will
be enough and my breathing becomes ragged as I freeze in real terror. Afraid they may actually get through, and then what?
Teeth gnashing as they all fully turn to wolf form and begin a frenzied attack, intent on coming over. Piling up together in a wave
of furred bodies and the light is blocked out by the mountain of them clambering together.
"Come on, we're going to Sierra! NOW!!!..... She can tell us what the hell is going on, Chica. This is fucking terrifying. They don't
know us!" Meadow takes one last desperate look at Cesar, her eyes welling up with tears and I glance at Colton, afraid to make
eye contact when it hurts this much to see him like this. My heart ripping in two that he's a stranger to me and it's as though all
his love and humanity is gone. Someone I don't know; he's never been like this in all the time I have known him, and I recoil as
he lurches again and again at the barrier in an attempt to take me down repeatedly, throwing his body into unbreakable glass
and insane with the need to do it. They are consumed by bloodlust, much like vampires going after a feed.
"Fuck you!" I snap impulsively at him, at all of them, emotion getting the better of me as a fire rages deep in my belly. Tears
pricking my eyes, at this whole situation; my heart breaking while I throw my hand at the wall in one impulsive last anger ridden
reaction to make them stop.
The wall of wolves and fog is ripped apart straight down the center, like I blew a harsh gust of powerful wind to rip through them,
going for miles into the distance that causes a path like a huge tunnel. Colton and Cesar, some of the others, are thrown back
away from it with my precise eruption and sent scattered into the forest brush with yelps of shock before they tumble to their feet

and snap their heads back to me. My gifts are clearly not bound by the border so it's definitely them that can't come in; the fog
has done something that means they are no longer recognized as our pack, as our blood, or our mates.
I turn and follow meadow at speed, no more hesitation at getting away from what my heart cannot bare to see anymore, as we
come up against some of our patrolling sentinels who are walking the path. looking as confused as us.
"The fog has done something to the pack, they can't get in. Make sure no one crosses the rune line or gets too close to the
boundary until I say otherwise. Pass it on via the link. Everyone is to stay home, stay safe until we figure this out. That's an order.
The alpha is not to be trusted even if he stands at the border...Understand?" I snap aggressively, tears starting to blind my vision,
but I have to swallow it down and pull myself together and seem like I am in control. Meadow has turned broody and quiet yet
her emotion filters through and I taste her equal heartache to mine.
The guards nod, glancing from her to me as though expecting her to say something, looking equally afraid given they are some
of the males from the village and not from our usual sentinel packs. All our fighters, our warriors, our strongest – they are all out
there in the fog with our alpha. We couldn't be in a worse position if we tried. We lost them all in one fell swoop. One tragedy has
literally taken all of our protectors out from us in the blink of an eye.
We hit the main doorway at speed and zoom straight for Sierra's room, scaling the stairs without a pause but meet her halfway
up the final landing as she comes bounding to find us.
"You see it?" I ask briskly as we close the gap and I grab her hands in panic. Her small hands and cool skin enveloped in mine
and the worry and confusion is written all over her delicate face. Right now she doesn't seem like my mother figure, but that
she's looking to me for answers as a young and scared femme.
"I did. It climbed up the walls of the boundary and can be seen from every direction of the homestead. What's going on. There
are so many awful feelings in the air and noises of wolves howling in the forest" Sierra is pale and trembling and her words catch
in her throat almost choking the last ones out as I frown at her. We didn't hear them howl from our side but that means more are
behind the stead and around the village border now, where the wind would have kept their calls from us. They must be
surrounding the border looking for a way in.
"We don't know. The fog has more than a third of our pack, that's more than half the adult wolves, and Colton, he's with them;
they seem different. I think it's some sort of curse or spell or something." I blabber it out almost incoherently as the tears finally
scratch my voice and turn my throat hoarse. Meadow is pale and staring out past Sierra's head at the window along the corridor,
watching the fog settle halfway up our view from up here. My gut tightens and I pray it doesn't get higher than our magic does. I
don't know how else we would stop it if we didn't have the Runes.

"Different how?" Sierra queries and Meadow doesn't hesitate to place her fingers on Sierra's temple to show her. I think meadow
is in mild shock and doesn't know what to do or say. Seeing Cesar that way, it's shaken her to the core because I know that
despite her fiery and strong nature, he is literally her world and she would crumble without him. Cesar has been her mate since
her young teens, and they have become so completely as one over the years that she doesn't seem to know how to function
right now. I'm only six months into a mate bond and despite how much I love him, I still know that I can be strong on my own two
feet, have proven so in the past. I am not too used to falling back onto him in every way just yet to be as lost as Meadow seems.
Sierra's eyes widen in horror as she sees exactly what we did as the memory filters through, and she covers Meadow's hand
with her shaking fingers as she inhales sharply. Her already pale skin seems to white out further and her body instantly seems to
frail and sway so that I reach out to steady her.
"It can't be. That kind of dark magic is almost impossible to put in action on such a scale, with multiple hosts. This is no normal
witch or simple spell. This is so beyond my knowledge, or skill." Sierra grabs onto my outstretched arms to steady herself as she
falters on her own feet and I blink at her, my mouth drying with the realization that this is something major. Heart racing, nerves
already taut, and I struggle to breathe as the weight of this disaster seems to come down even harder over me.
"So this IS a spell. How do we break it, how do we get them home and okay?" My mouth is firing out words as part of my brain
tries to take control, even if my insides are trembling and my biggest urge is to curl up on the floor and sob.
"We don't. I don't know how to deal with this.... I don't ....I ...don't know.... We have to check the library downstairs, read the
grimoires, get the Shaman, and figure this out. I'm primarily a healer and a seer, although I can conjure protection spells and an
occasional bond, but this is way over my gift limit. I have heard of this kind of magic, but I have never seen it. I didn't think one
witch alone could do this." Her voice fully breaks and tears stream from the corner of her eyes delicately. Shaking with the sheer
knowledge that she doesn't know how to fix this. One thing I know is, the Shaman was out there too and no longer here with us
but I can't find the words to say it.
"Maybe that means it won't last. Maybe it will fade out as the fog does?" Meadow asks hopefully, suddenly finding her voice and
sounding nothing like her usual sassy self. Sierra lifts her palms helplessly, almost in response of saying 'I don't know.' Eyes full
of fat unshed tears and her own breathing has become labored. Here we stand, three femmes in various states of emotional
distress, faced with a huge problem, and the only ones left in the pack with the ability to do something about it, is us. We're so
screwed.
"It didn't work when I cleared the air around them" I point out, close to manic, my emotions rising in my throat to choke me, but I
hold it all in and breathe slowly to ease my heart rate and try and think clearly. I need to remember I am the Luna and my people
will look to me to fix this.

"That was only seconds, maybe it takes more time." Meadow is grasping at straws of hope, and yet something in my gut tells me
she's wrong. An inkling that it's not that easy to undo whatever it is that's out there. I don't think clearing them from the smog
alone will work.
"The Shaman he's out there isn't he? I can't link him...... we need him...Oh my god, Okay, so..... We go downstairs and start
looking without him. We look and we find something, anything. We can't just sit here and freak out, right? We've lived through
worse. We can do this." Sierra hastens us with a nod, visibly shivering, afraid, and yet like me she is trying to reel it all back and
return to a state of composed. She knows I need her to be with me and figure this out. The shock has hit, we reacted, and now
we need to be the Luna and Rema and do something about this. For our pack, for our people, for our men. "Radar?" Sierra adds
in a hushed tone, her eyes misting over again as she locks a gaze on me, a begging question and held breath, and I can only
nod sadly, telling her that he too is out there in the fog and lost to us. She gasps in a semi sob, a shocked inhale and clutches
her chest, emitting a woeful stab of pain in the air around me and confirming how deeply she feels for him, before pulling herself
back together and lifts her chin defiantly. An even stronger will to figure this out.
"Let's go. They need us to save them." I turn and gesture for them to come and don't wait in heading where we need to be.