Rejected Mate and Following Fate

It feels like it's been days in this truck, and between napping, sitting to watch the scenery go by, and one fuel stop, nothing else
has happened. Endless miles of road, strained moods, and a lot of boredom as we pensively fall silent in our own thoughts.
We had some odd looks from passing cars on the road and at the garage we stopped at. The military truck covered in rune
symbols and carrying three obviously young-looking women seems to bring attention from humans... males to be exact. I guess
given the fact that wolves, after turning, are physically attractive and I guess as close to perfection as we can get in the eyes of
humans.
They are a strange species with absolutely no concept of boundaries. Meadow was so close to ripping one guys throat out who
tried to feel her ass when she was paying for the gas and I had to drag her away before he spotted the glowing ember eyes or
the low growl emitting from her chest. She was about a millisecond away from turning feral and showing him how big her claws
can get when riled. Wolves are notorious for low levels of patience and hot tempers and it's one of the many reasons we stay
away from humans as much as possible. Other wolves can take the heat, the aggressive responses and don't blink at turning
wolf for a tussle.
Meadow is not a great fan of the human kind any day of the week, and after our short interactions at one gas station, I can see
why. Carmen on the other hand doesn't seem to care either way. I know she spent far more time in the human world in the past,
also given she's part one, and she ignored the comments from passing vehicles when we opened the windows for air. I never
knew cat calling women from your car was a thing, it certainly isn't something wolves do, and I don't see what they hoped to
gain, other than a loss of blood. Human men are vile.
So now the windows are up, despite the muggy heat and the air con is nonexistent in this truck. It's slow, plods along nosily and
I'm bored out of my mind with nothing to focus on except the issues we are avoiding talking about. All thoughts of imminent
danger are hard to keep at the forefront when all you have is endless miles of road and feeble humans who have no concept of
how close to being dinner they are if they keep irritating us.
"I'm getting crampy.... Carmen, it's time to switch." Meadow breaks the silence and pulls over to the side so they can physically
swap over and Carmen quickly takes the driver's seat. Meadow slides onto the double seat beside me, as I'm by the window
anyway and leans back stretching out her legs. It's been more than half a day of her sat in that position and the relief as she
sprawls out is evident.
"How much further?" I ask not really aware of how many hours I napped earlier and how many miles we covered since.

"We're more than halfway... we made good time." She leans her head on my shoulder and curls her arm through mine, snuggling
in and taking comfort from my body. No awkwardness as we have been snuggly many times in our friendship these past months.
"Can I nap here? I'll move if it gets uncomfy." She asks me softly, tiredness etched in her voice and I beam a smile and nod my
head. I don't mind being used as a cushion. It helps deal with the pangs of loneliness from not having Colton's touch or his
attentive presence keeping me warm. He's been on my mind constantly since we sat back here. Long silent hours, as none of us
really want to converse much and my mind wandered repetitively to scenes of him, smiling, laughing, kissing me. Torturing me in
a quiet somber mood and pushing my heart into heavy sadness once again. There's so much going on in all our separate minds
that we haven't been great travel buddies in terms of conversation and the air is heavy with the knowing this isn't a happy road
trip or a vacation. Carmen especially has said nothing much at all since her initial spat with Meadow.
"Stick with the road signs to New Mexico, we'll call Sierra when we get there." She commands Carmen and then slides down
further to curl against me and closes her eyes. Despite sleeping last night, it was fitful and not really restful and both of us
needed more than what we got. My nap was a great short-term boost but I can't shift my emotional fatigue that's hanging over
me like a dark cloud.
"What about you? Do you want some chat, music, company?" I ask Carmen, offering companionship but she shakes her head
without looking my way. Her face set in determination as she focuses on the road and eases the trucvk under her control so
effortlessly. We haven't had to stop for any kind of food as we have enough in the packed crates and she's chewing on a granola
bar as she drives.
I don't expect a verbal response and go back to leaning my head against the window, staring out in hopes that I may fall back
asleep and lose some of the hours of this monotonous trip.
"It's weird isn't it.... the lack of understanding danger in the human world. It's like they don't even contemplate there's a whole
other space out there, with creatures, and wars that don't touch their lives." I point out, thinking aloud and sigh as we pass
another holiday home type truck packed with a family of young ones who are eagerly beaming out at the windows of passing
vehicles to wave. I gaze at them as we overtake and get in front, watching how one of the kids point at the symbols on our truck
and the mother in the passenger seat looks up in interest.
"Humans are oblivious, and self-absorbed. One of the cruelest species in so many ways, despite some of us having blood lust
urges and abilities to rip our enemies apart on a whim." Carmen taps the wheel, a slight hint at annoyance in her husky response
and I blink at her in intrigue.
"You seem to know a lot about humans. I know you spent time in their world. Are they really that bad." This topic has intrigued
me over the years, I guess. Given they make up most of the population yet seem to be the most ill-informed and uneducated

about the species of the world they live in.
"Not all of them, just different. Their world is not like ours. To them, they probably would never understand our hierarchy, the way
we do things, our aggression, or how we conduct our relationships. Yet their values, their sense of community... packs... are not
like ours. Many of them don't care about anything beyond their own bubble, their own noses... I guess that's where I get it from."
Her words startle me and then it dawns on me that she is referring to what she said back at the homestead, about being part
human and I gaze at her for the longest moment, trying to form some kind of response. She seems unfazed by verbally admitting
it again. Colton was right and Carmen really is so hard to read, even with my abilities in feeling people's emotions. It's like she
carries a veil of impenetrable rock and can shield everything under indifference or a cold front most of the time.
"You told Meadow you care about the wolves at the mountain.... So maybe you're not all that self-absorbed. You loved your
mom; you did what you thought was right for her." I point out, hoping to open an avenue of conversation but her darkening look
as she glares ahead tells me I said the wrong thing. Her whole posture stiffening and signaling she doesn't want to talk about
this.
"Look how that helped... I got her killed, and all this..... Maybe it's better when I don't give a shit about people. They always fuck
me over anyway." the biting undertone, the undercurrent of bitterness, and guilt hits me in the stomach as I connect her last
sentence to maybe what Colton did. What the sub pack did in turning away from her and rooting for me instead. I guess it was a
betrayal in her eyes that she was so easily cast aside as something worthless, even if it's not exactly how it played out. Even
though he had no control over imprinting and breaking her heart, I guess she still carries the pain of what she saw as adultery.
"What happened in the months since we left?" I don't know what else to say, so maybe a question will be better and as she is
clamping down on the other topic, I should try and ease the atmosphere with some kind of chat. I feel out of my depths, weird
and moody even though I seem calm and upbeat on the surface.
"Life happened. Juan happened." Her voice croaks in her throat and she looks away to hide her face as she quickly wipes it and
goes back to glaring outside. A sudden hint of emotion again and she seems to curse herself out for showing weakness in the
form of a tear. So much hostility in her aura and I wish she would just open up and tell me, to talk it out, to share and ease her
weighty burden.
"Carmen, I'm trying to help. We don't know what went down after. We only know what we had to do at the homestead to keep the
people safe. You have to open up to ....." I try for my therapy tone of Luna, the easing of a wolf to confide but she doesn't let me
finish.

"I don't need to open up. I'm fine. The past is done. Nothing can change it and I just want to make up for what I caused and be
done with all of this." A curt snap, a tightening of fingers on the wheel and that abrasive manner which is meant to shut me up.
Only I'm as stubborn as she is. I grit my teeth to curb my irritation at her and lock my eyes on her profile as she stares at where
we are heading.
"You didn't cause this! I told you already." I grind out.
"Yes, I did..... not just my mom. All of it. Had I never interfered, had I never pulled Colton back to me and tried to keep you apart
when I did. Because of me you left, because of that Colton stood up to him, split the pack and abandoned the mountain. That
was the worst thing for everyone. Colton was the influence that kept the people moderately safe. Whether he knew it or not. His
father is a devil and without Colton's presence, without the hope of his heir being his bright shining legacy, Juan let all the evil in
his heart finally out. I did that. I fucked up what the fates wanted, and they have punished me for it ever since." She spins her
head at me, her pallor pale, her eyes shining with moisture as she struggles to hold it all in and I see the deep-rooted guilt etched
all over the sudden show of vulnerable in her face. I'm speechless as I stare at her in open mouthed shock, trying to absorb her
words and trying to organize some logic to her statement.
"It's not that simple, and the fates... they really did intend for things to go the way they did. It was all part of the plan, Carmen. All
those paths needed to be walked out to get us to where we needed to be."
"Was it, really?" she asks sarcastically, oozing bitterness. "I don't think so." She signals as we approach a turn off and follows the
road off behind a row of traffic and looks back at me, biting harshly with a haughty tone. "My mom, she was just another notch.
Another lashing from a whip that has been coming down on me since Colton imprinted on you........ So, if I did nothing wrong,
then why am I being punished by the fates?" she throws her hair back over her shoulder and taps her nails impatiently on the
wheel as the traffic slows us right down and doesn't seem to want to look at me anymore. I can taste the growing energy around
her and it's not friendly at all. She has so much pent-up anger, pain, and something else deep inside that I can't pull apart. A
huge gulf of darkness that's clawing at her aura and screaming out.
"What do you mean by that? What else has happened to you besides Colton's break up? Stop being vague and just talk to me!
I'm trying to help, to understand and I'm not psychic." Her emotions are making me antsy, on edge as my senses are heightened
and an overwhelming agony starts to claw at my insides, feeding from her now she's releasing some of her hidden distress.
"Why? Because you're my Luna now? Because you suddenly care about me? We were never friends, in fact the exact opposite,
and if this is sympathy because of my mom, I don't want it. I don't need your pity!"

I can't respond to that because it's none of those things, yet all of them too. I have empathy; I see someone that may be more
than I thought she was but, yes, it's also driven because of what we now share.... loss of our mothers in a horrific way. And the
loss of her pack when they left her, the loss of her family. Its complex and deeper than any of those singular things and partly
because, since I became Luna, this care, this need to look after and comfort my people is as natural as breathing. I feel guilt
towards her, because of my part in taking her mate from her on top of everything. I can' fight it, and it doesn't differentiate
between people, even with our pasts. Colton told me it was the marking that did it, brought up all those necessary Luna gifts that
were bestowed upon me the second I was his mate, to be a better leader, and I can't switch it off. I care, because I'm meant to.
"Juan blamed me.... He punished me in that damn box.... for weeks! I failed to do what he wanted me to do, and his son left and
mated up with you. I had one job that I didn't do, and Juan, well, we all know how crazy he is. If it wasn't for others in the pack
and my mom getting me out, reasoning for my release...... I would still be there while my father didn't give a shit about what he
did to me." It's almost shrill as she hits an emotional peak and then inhales to calm herself down, gripping the wheel, shifting in
her seat harshly, gritting her teeth, and the tears that wash down her cheek are swiped away aggressively.
"He put you in an isolation tank?" I blanche at her words, tensing enough that Meadow shifts in her sleep at my sudden reaction
and murmurs before settling back down again. I'm shocked that Juan would see fit to punish her for something she had no
control over.
"He did.... and he made sure I felt pain every single day for disobeying him. He only let me heal when my life depended on it,
because he didn't want his new toy to die and give him nothing to torture anymore. He had nowhere else to vent. Colton gone,
half the pack too, his prisoners at his secret lab.... All he had were the people who opposed him, and the femme who failed to do
what he demanded. Juan's sick in the head on a level we never truly comprehended!" The pain in her voice goes far beyond
bitterness and for a second I feel a flash of the hatred, resentment and the lingering pain from what she endured with this man.
"He tortured you, for Colton...for me....?" I feel sick to my stomach knowing the depths of agony she endured while we were
oblivious in our new life and barely gave her a second thought. Never would we have guessed that after being the losing one in
this scenario that she would still carry the weight of our consequences in such horrifying ways.
"If I had known what would happen, I would've left when the rest did, but my mom.... She needed me." Her words come out
softer, broken somehow and she stifles a wavering sob coming up from the depths. The intensity of her heartache finally coming
out to show face and it hammers through my soul. She's suffered because of what we did.
"Carmen, I'm so sorry." I can't even begin to understand what she has been through and to look at her, you would never know.
The wall is up again and growing taller before my eyes, the fierce is on show once again and her only focus in all of this was her

mother's safety. The final blow when the fates let her die. No wonder she thinks she's cursed or somehow being punished by the
higher powers.
"Yeah well, you didn't turn us away. At least her last hours were not there, not around that toxic man and his minions. She got to
experience the pack one more time, a safe place and genuine love before she did what she did."
"So, the rumors about how he is treating the people." I interject, breathing heavily as all this swirls around my brain and her
hands clench and unclench as we get back up to speed in a new flow of faster traffic. I can feel her inner battle as her mind tells
her that vulnerability is a weakness, while her heart begs to be allowed to grieve. Conflict thick around her.
"Juan likes to exert his dominance on anyone who doesn't march to the beat of his drum. Others were in the tanks for
punishment when I was. It was one of them who came back for me, convinced the guards it wasn't right to do this to our own
pack, and finally Juan got bored of using me to vent and stopped coming to the cells. I was lying when I said I left the mountain
for only my mom's sake.... I got us out because I knew it was only a matter of time before I ended up back in there. Juan was
getting more controlling as the weeks passed. Anyone who even looked like they were questioning his orders were shackled and
dragged to the cells and he was going to notice eventually that I wasn't where he left me. I was having to hide all the time, stay
out of sight; luckily my father never came home, ever."
"I don't know what to say. We never knew that it was like that back there for you, for all of them. We never imagined he would
torture his own." I sit, dazed, looking at her face, watching the still almost tough expression as she forces herself to not really
breakdown in front of me, and I'm awed. I thought I was tough with everything I got through in my lifetime, but Carmen is a whole
other level.
"He tried to kill his own son and slaughtered any who helped him that didn't leave... what do you think he's capable of?" It's a
matter of fact retort, no hint of nasty, yet it has the same effect and sucker punches me in the gut, rendering me breathless. I
inhale sharply and turn away as the shock reverberates around my skull. This is the first real confirmation that Juan killed wolves
after the split, none of the others ever came out and would truthfully tell Colton that some perished, probably for fear he would go
back there and rage a second war and lose more of our kind. He suspected but he wasn't sure, and it seemed no one wanted
him to carry the guilt by being honest either. He was their savior, their alpha, and they kept it from him because they knew how
he would take the news that many died for helping him. I wonder how many held this, or maybe suspected.
"We never knew." I whisper and squeeze Meadows sleeping form a little tighter. Needing physical touch to comfort me and
ground my spiraling emotions as the guilt eats away heavily at my heart.

"You wouldn.t..... he wasn't exactly public about it. Those he ended, were taken down in the cells and he burned their bodies to
clean up the mess under his cloak of deceit. The people only assumed they were kept there, or they ran after you when being
freed. I'm guessing the ones who got here after figured it out when they didn't find them waiting, or maybe they think they are all
still locked up in the cells. Who knows. I just saw too many die when I was down there, and always wondered why he never killed
me too."
"Your father... you're his only legacy, even if he has nothing to do with you. Juan is all about bloodline, so despite your father not
really wanting you, he wouldn't remove his beta's chance of a future. Juan's twisted like that." I say it so numbly, like the logical
part of my brain can still pull together thoughts while my emotional side is in chaos, choking on revelations and inwardly crying
for our people.
"Maybe...but what good am I? I never imprinted when I turned and I've seen every male in our pack since, and it never
happened. I thought I found love, and it wasn't real. I don't think there's anyone out there that wants to be stuck with this and my
father only had his sights set on me mating to Juan's offspring." Carmen's factual statement makes me bleed for her, Instantly
upset for her own lack of worth, especially when I used to feel the same way and know how counterproductive it can be to your
mental state.
"Don't talk like that. We're one pack, in many. There's a wolf out there and maybe you just haven't found him yet... the fates, they
don't leave us alone... They always have a plan!" I hasten.
"Yes they do! Radar has been pining for Sierra for over a decade....I can guess he still is now she's alive and here. The fates
don't give a shit about mateless wolves as long as their 'plan' is steaming ahead and going how they want it to. The casualties,
like me, they get left on the sidelines as unimportant."
"I used to think like you. I used to believe I was alone and there was no one out there who gave any kind of crap about me. That I
was worthless and invisible. I endured pain, I broke with heartache, and grief, but I kept going. If someone like me can find love,
and family, and belonging, then you can too. Don't close your heart to hope." It sounds like I'm begging her to not give up, my
tone soft yet high, because everyone has to hold onto something or else they lose their way in life. This is why she isn't afraid to
die; every tiny bright thing she ever held onto is now snubbed out.
Carmen shakes her head, finally turning sad eyes to me and a bittersweet smile laced with sarcasm takes over her flawless face.
A haunting look, that is so detached yet cold and I truly wish she would experience one kindness in life that could make a
difference to her.

"You forget, Luna. I'm not some prophesied half vamp whose destined to lead a people. I'm half human, from a family that is now
gone.... No one needs me, no great destiny.... I'm not part of this story and if I had one of my own, it would have happened
before now."