Rejected Mate and Following Fate

“Hey, Hey, wake up.” Carmen rouses both of us from peaceful sleep and I can see the daylight is turning dim as it gets close to
sunset already. We both passed out and must have been unconscious for hours after their little argument.
“Where are we.” I rub my eyes, stifling a yawn and stretch out like a cat, uncurling my limbs from the awkward position I’ve been
in.
“New Mexico, you better call Sierra as we crossed over a while back and I headed for Deming. That’s where Meadow said,
right?” Carmen clicks her head from right to left to stretch out her neck and I can tell she’s exhausted from being the driver for so
long. There are dark shadows under her eyes, and I can’t be sure, but there’s a telltale rosy glow across her cheeks, and nose,
that hint that she might have been crying at some point. She seems fine now but my stomach lurches in sorrow that she chose
time alone to cry out some of the pain she’s carrying and never woke us up for company.
“Yeah, I did.” Meadow stretches, yawns and balls a fist in her mouth as she wakes and uncurls properly beside me, a mirror to
what I just did, and I giggle at her. “I’ll call Sierra and tell her we need more specifics. We made good time!”
Meadow yanks out the cell, blinking at it groggily before she blanches and rubs her eyes before facing the screen to me. It’s a
text from Sierra, as though she knew exactly where we were and a more specific location to continue our journey onward.
Spooky but then again, she is a seer and she had to know roughly around what hour we would hit New Mexico.
The location is a road, in Deming that’s near an address, but she’s told us the house is only an anchor point and once we get
there, we would have to find her ourselves. To stay alert and watch for signs. Whatever that means.
Meadow furrows a brow as she repeats it all again, confused at the vagueness, but texts her back with a thanks anyway. There’s
not much else we can ask her for if that’s all she knows.
“She must be tracking us with the locator spell, keeping tabs.” Meadow shrugs as if that’s the only possible answer to her
knowing exactly where we were at this point in time and I smile softly. Warmed by her attentive care even when we have
travelled far from home.
“She’s a seer.... she has gifts we don’t know about and maybe she just knows where we are... instinctually.” I shrug, forgetting
for a second that she mentioned she no longer has visions since she awoke, but I’m sure she has other skills that might still be
working.
“About that.... one of these days can someone please explain all the witch stuff, and gifts, and all that crap to me. I only know
what I heard and what was shared in mind link. It still kind of freaks me out knowing Colton and Sierra are witches. And

you’re......” Carmen flushes red and turns away hastily, eyes averted quickly with heat spreading to her forehead and I know it’s
not a shy response. Its emotion, to the part of me she sees as the enemy, the part of me that is responsible for her mother’s end.
It’s the same response I had when I found out what I was. That underlying hatred for being any kind of link to those monsters
that did that to people I cared about.
“When this is over, I’m sure Colton can tell you himself.” I smile gently, throwing in as much charm and honest softness as I can,
and Meadow throws me a look that says, ‘you’re insane’! I know she doesn’t get why I would insist my man and his ex would
interact, but she is overly jealous on her best days, so I don’t expect her to get it. Being Luna, it makes things different in how I
feel about wolves in my pack. I trust Colton, I know he would never betray me, and he sees Carmen as only someone in his pack
that he’s responsible for now. The sooner I normalize her being around him in our home, then the sooner I’ll get over my past
with her and the insecurity I still have when she’s near him.
“We’re not that far from Deming and this location is right on this outer edge of that town.” Meadow has pulled up google maps on
her cell and shows it to Carmen, giving her new directions in where to head as I direct up at the sky and point out the obvious.
Slight unease coming over me as I see how much duller it is now.
“It’s getting dark, shouldn’t we think about getting somewhere before the sun sets and lay low?” I ask in hesitation, but Meadow
pats the dash with a smile, almost lovingly.
“The vampires couldn’t get into the homestead; I doubt they can get into this little beauty. If we keep going until we get there and
then we can’t get a lock on any real location to where to go, we’ll sleep in here, wherever we end up. Who knows, maybe the
fates will bless us, and we find the witch before sun down.” She seems a little too sure that our metal chariot is as safe as can be
but I am not so sure I want to put it to the test in the dark. We barely got through he wolf attack unscathed and we were moving.
Besides, the wolves seemed too dumb to figure they could hurl boulders and trees at us, I’m sure vampires will have the sense.
“Hmmm, shouldn’t have brought along the walking curse if you expected a smooth trip.” Carmen smirks in a self-depreciating
manner but Meadow doesn’t miss a beat, or an opportunity to put her back in her place.
“I brought you as a distraction, quick vampire snack if we need to make a run for it.” She clicks her fingers to emphasize the point
and again they lock eyes and have themselves a short simmering visual battle. I give up trying to stop this with those two and
look at the road ahead instead, internally sighing at this constant war and try my best to ignore it.
“Okay, so we head for Eighth Street. There’s apparently a nearby park or forest, she says the locator is sitting there and that
somewhere around is the presence of that witch.” Meadow goes back to the text to check details and Carmen follows signs as

she drives, focusing her attention and relieving me of their bickering for now. The air is turning colder as night comes in and the
atmosphere turns serious and tense as the end of our journey begins to get close.
We left at dawn, and it’s around dinner now but at this time of the year the sun sets early. We don’t have much daylight before it
sets completely and I’m understandably on edge as we push onward.
“Here!” Meadow hands the cell to Carmen, with a satnav app bleeping away as she nestles it on the dash where she can glance
at it, against the dials and fuel light symbols so she has a clue where to go without searching for road signs.
“Any idea what we’re meant to do or say to find her? I mean we can’t just walk up to humans and ask where the witch is.”
Carmen raises a brow, looking somewhat skeptical about how this is meant to work, and I shrug tiredly, also unsure but we have
to trust the fates aren’t leading us a merry dance.
“We have her name, maybe we just ask if anyone knows her. I guess someone might have met her or knows of her whereabouts
and we can just say we’re visiting from out of town and want to surprise her.” I try for helpful suggestions and flinch when the
phone beeps in another tone, indicating a text and Meadows slides it back as I see Sierra’s name pop up.
“Sierra has added an afterthought and said to watch for the birds... she said look for black ravens, that the more of them there
are, it’s probably because she’s close.” She too shrugs, a quizzical expression taking over her face as she widens her eyes in an
‘okaaaay’ kind of gesture that unifies the fact all three of us have no actual clue as to how we are meant to find her. I narrow my
eyes, exhaling heavily at this lack of logical help from Sierra.
“That’s weird.” Is the only contribution I have for now.
“So are witches.” Meds points out and I smile at that, breaking the strained moment with a little affectionate teasing of our kin,
and it reminds me of my missing mate. Sierra and Colton do have their own special charms but yeah, at times they can both be
weird. There’s no getting around that fact at all.
“So, we’re looking for a bird version of a spooky cat lady who has a fondness for living in woods, despite being right near a town?
Is she old, young.... eats children? Do we need to crumble breadcrumbs along the highway in hopes of accidently falling upon
her gingerbread house.” Carmen quizzes with a deadpan tone and a serious expression that somehow amuses me, despite her
lack of emotion. This time I do laugh out loud, at the girl’s weird dry humor that I never realized she even possessed. A childhood
visual of the old witch from the library Hansel and Gretel book pops into my head and only increases the giggles I exude.
“I hope not, I’m barely grown, and she might add me to tonight’s menu. I’m too big for an oven!” I point out between snorts of
stupid laughter and Meadow caves and starts giggling too, lightening our whole mood. I guess the tension and the heavy weight

of this journey has us strung out enough, that even a lame joke like this has enough power to break the strings and have us
erupt. It’s needed, between us, this bonding over awful jokes.
“She’s immortal, and powerful.... if that was me, I would make sure I look forever young, or at least make enough anti-wrinkle
cream to stall time for a few centuries.” Meadow is the first to calm back to a straight face, wiping her eye where a tear had
formed, and she snuggles up beside me once more in this new less hostile atmosphere.
“Yeah, but three thousand years? I’m sure even the strongest Botox is going to struggle with that timeline.” I point out, thinking
back to Meadow finding an article about Botox and humans preserving their youth some months back. She was unimpressed
with how vain she considered humans to be and the extreme measures they would take to fight the aging cycle. Easy to judge
when wolves literally don’t age like that and we stay healthy and youthful until we die. We reach adulthood, sort of around the
looks of a thirty-year-old human when we get to that age and then we stay that way.
“Um Meadow.... Luna Alora, um .... look.” Carmen draws our attention up into the sky over our head with a pointed finger up at
the windshield and it’s hard not to miss the unmistakable flock of large black birds flying level with us, at our speed, even if they
are like thirty foot up above us. “That has to be a coincidence, right?” She murmurs and throws us a highly doubtful eyebrow rise
that is matched with our own falling expressions.
“I don’t believe in coincidences.” I point out, casting my mind back to a certain forest that led me East so long ago. The fates
always find a way and this time, it’s ravens. “Follow them” I command surely, a wave of excitement tremoring deep in my belly
that this has to be a sign that we’re on the right path, but Carmen looks a little unsure, glancing to me and the window back and
forth with hesitation under that etched brow of hers.
“I don’t think we can! I think they’re following us..... do we stop? What do we do?”
“No. Stick to the route. Maybe they’re just keeping tabs for now.” Meadow at least seems surer and I’m glad I’m not the only one
who is a little freaked out about our escorts appearing as we discussed them. How did they even know? This has to be in
connection to the witch and the fates have to be playing along. It’s all too coincidental!
“Sierra said she’s powerful, right?.... Witches can be seers. Maybe she knows. Maybe she already knows we’re here and we’re
looking for her?” I query and clasp Meadows hand unsurely, nerves hitching in my chest, my breathing becoming labored as my
palms get clammy and I stiffen all over. I catch Carmen out of the corner of my eye taking a steadying deep breath to reel her
own emotions back to calm. Anxiety filling the air around us as we all fall somber now that we’re faced with the possible next
step of our task. So much is resting on us finding her and I can only prey she is as approachable and willing to help as Sierra
thinks she is.

“Guess we’ll find out soon enough, Chicas. I hope Sierra is right, and this is a friend, not foe. Else we drove ourselves hundreds
of miles, just to become crow food.” Meadow doesn’t seem so sure now either and I know the witchy side of Sierra and Colton is
still something she isn’t sure of. She admitted to me a while back it unnerves her, makes her mistrust on some level. This power,
these abilities, and she gets nervous around them when they glow blue because it’s just not something she has ever lived
around, even before she came to the mountain. It’s sweet in a funny kind of way but I get it. She relies on the physical attributes
and her steady strong wolf self. Magical, almost mystical powers, freak her out.
Carmen gasps and jolts us slightly with a swerve as a huge black raven drops right out of the sky without warning and almost
collides with our windshield at the speed we’re doing. She slams on the breaks impulsively, gritting her teeth and clenching the
wheel, throwing us forward in her emergency stop that almost ends me face bashing the dash and saves the shield from eating
crow ass by mere millimeters. The damn thing just casually lands on the bonnet, turns to us and pecks the glass nonchalantly
before flying to our right and taking off again in some snarky, sassy, crow manner, that screams of smug attitude. The little
asshole practically smiled at us!
We all turn, bug eyed, mouths gawping, and watch where it goes and then crap ourselves and almost die of simultaneous heart
attacks, squealing in unison like feeble girls, as the entire flock of black ravens shoot right across the truck, like a black swipe.
Skimming the roof, blocking out the light, and windshield, so we’re drowned out by a bizarre loud noise of beating wings and
zooming air, impossible to ignore. Visually we follow it to the right, exposing a very grimy, overgrown and barely visible dirt road
between unkempt trees. Almost obediently we all crane our necks to stare at the dense undergrowth in stunned silence, poised
and watching as we all attempt to calm our breathing and ponder what this just meant.
“I think we follow the birds now?” Meadow points out, clutching her chest and fanning her face to recover from the heart failure
we all experienced. Those damn birds, I swear if I catch one I’ll wring it’s scrawny neck for scaring us like that.
“I don’t wanna.” I almost whine, all my senses on edge and now I’m the one freaking out with the insane animal behavior that
almost made us crash.
“You come all this way to chicken out now? What kind of Luna are you?” Carmen smirks at me, seemingly much braver than I
am, and throws the wheel to the right as she puts the pedal to the gas again, pushing us on to follow the dirt track. We start to
bounce and sway over the uneven terrain as she crawls us slowly and the truck groans and crunches in protest at having to
mount grass. She slows right down as we inch onto the overgrown road that might not be all that great for a heavy slow truck
with crap suspension.
“It’s okay. We’re safe in here, remember. The rune symbols!” Meadow tries to ease my worry, catching my hand in hers and
squeezing it reassuringly as I reach out and catch hold of the dash to steady myself, while I blanche at her.

“It’s HER spell, she wrote it! ... I’m sure it doesn’t do shit when it’s up against her.” I point out sternly, fear lacing my tone with
hostility, and even Carmen gawps at me this time. Her eyes widening before she moves to that familiar eye roll and exhales
haughtily.
“For the love of god. Who arms themselves with magical safety nets that were sewn together by the person they are about to
drop in on and might not be happy about it? ... We do, that’s who. Masters of intelligence here! Why did I ever agree to this.” She
scoffs, snorting at how stupid this plan seems to be as she slows down further to hit rough and rocky road under the overgrown
grass, and the truck starts swaying so wildly that it’s impossible to hold on. Getting harder to inch forward at all as the wheels
catch in ditches and spin before kicking us back out amid a spray of flying mud.
“I don’t want to be the one to say this but...” Carmen starts and Meadow finishes
“We have to go by foot. We can’t risk the truck getting stuck here. We have to go back at some point, so we need this.”
“Really?” I spin on her and raise my palms in shocked panic, my voice three decibels higher as my heart suffers a spasm of
crazy beats. “Why can’t we go find a place to wait out the night. It’s getting dark! Who knows how far down this path we have to
trek and then still find her and get back again. This doesn’t seem smart or brave, or needed.... or something Colton would ever
approve of!.” I practically wail it at her. I know I’m the Luna, but with all things tactical, then Meadow is the one I trust most to
decide on a course of action. Colton made her his beta for a reason, but seriously though, right now, I wonder about the sanity of
this Chica. I may have once killed a bear and trekked alone for weeks, but that was before I became tired, pampered, and scared
of fog spells and lurking witches!
“We can hyper speed, get as far as we can and if it looks like the birds are taking us further and it’s getting dark, we come back
and call it off until morning. It’s not like we’re incapable of holding off a vamp or two. We are bad ass bitches, Chica, we can hold
our own for a short stretch of running.” Meadow seems amused by my reluctance, talking to me as though I’m her child and
continues to squeeze my hand as though coaxing a toddle. I glare at her and try so hard to remind myself that I am the one
who’s meant to be in charge here, braver, fiercer , and I need to stop wussing out.
“Ughhhhh, can we just go. Sitting here isn’t doing anything!” it’s Carmen this time, also looking at me like she’s disappointed in
my fear, and I screw my eyes shut to calm my racing heart and nod.
“Okay.... But if it feels wrong, or it gets too dark...” I plead and Meadow nods before I finish my whispering, shaky demands.
“I know, okay. I don’t plan on being reckless. I plan on us getting home in one piece to break that damn curse. Stay alert, if it
feels wrong, we come back. I promised Cole I would always protect you and I don’t plan on letting him down.” The softness in

her eyes, the appearance of mist adding shine as emotion makes her voice tremble, almost ends me. My heart swelling with the
mention of him and the genuine love I see in her face.
“Right. I’ll go first. It’s not like I have anything to go home for.” Carmen jumps out without hesitation, not waiting for my
permission, like it even matters, and we follow using our own door. I feel like I’m dragging a dead weight after sitting for so many
hours, and my apprehension isn’t exactly making me limber on my feet.
Meadow locks the truck with the keys Carmen hands off and we turn and stare at the trees where the birds seem to be patiently
waiting on us. It’s unnerving and they are all quietly staring this way, all forty of them, like miniature models of fake birds, with
that one larger especially jet black one in the center and looking like maybe he’s the leader of the bird crew. That little asshole
who scared us half to death. I have my eye on that one for sure.
“You ever seen that movie, Birds?” Carmen asks flippantly, before swiping up a long blade of grass and wandering ahead first as
though this is a casual ramble in the woods between friends. She picks out a path to lead and we shift and walk behind her,
intrigued by this sudden pop quiz of movies.
“No, what happens?” I ask innocently, aware Meadow is right behind me as we walk in a line and she’s checking behind us every
few steps, on high alert and watching for any possible danger.
“They kill and eat people in flocks much like that... peck out their eyes, brains.... organs... it’s kinda gross. Evil little bastards.”
She shrugs, again with the deadpan tone of indifference and I gawp at her back and seriously wonder what kind of wrong goes
on in this girls head.
“Way to make us all feel at ease, Puta!” Meadow chirps in, a tone of ‘really?’ while pushing me to walk faster with a little lumber
shove and Carmen almost gets run over as we start to pick up speed.
“Just saying, watch the little shitheads. Never turn your back on a flock of angry birds.” She seems to be taking delight in raising
my blood pressure to the highest level possible and Meds shakes her head at her, a low growl of shut up wavering subtly.
“Yeah well, I doubt birds have any real effect on angry werewolves. Now run... we ain’t got all day.” She snaps at her, trying to
end this conversation and I get another aggressive jab to my spine to hurry me onward. I eyeroll at Meadow’s sudden pushiness
and throw her back a snarky glare to tell her to be less handsy, but yet still obey.
Carmen breaks into a run as commanded, then stops abruptly, and I collide painfully, right into her back and then Meadow into
me, letting out muffled cries and protests as we tumble into an ungraceful heap. Falling over one another clumsily, and then
groaning as I scrap my palm and knee on the rough terrain.

“What the hell.” I whimper and pull a stray thorn out of my finger, casting an angry narrowed frown at Carmen for her stupid halt.
“Meadow, ravens can’t hyper speed and we are following them...” she points out with that superior tone that I know will make
Meadow want to punch her in the throat, and I throw Meadow back an ‘oh, she has a point’ kind of look. There goes her fast run
plan and getting there and back at speed. I knew we should have waited in the damn truck and now we have to rely on following
birds who can only move at natural speed.
Almost as if on cue, they scatter from the trees in a clapping of wings, a rustling of leaves, where they have been waiting and
head further back in the direction they are leading before landing on trees in the near distance. Urging us on and we hesitate for
a moment, looking up at the disappearing sun in almost synchronized unison, sighing that we may not get another chance, and
move to follow without question.