Rejected Mate and Following Fate

I make my way upstairs and head for Sierra’s wing, hearing the voices ahead of me before I get there and let myself into the
open breakfast room where they are. Sierra, Leyanne, and Meadow are sat around the table while Sierra talks in an animated
fashion, obviously excited and relief over our return. She’s clasping Leyanne’s hands and gushing her way like some weird fan
girl. The adoration and respect oozing form every pore at seeing this witch.
“I can’t believe you came, that you’re here. We can’t thank you enough. You have no idea how much this means to have a witch
like you, grace us with your presence and help.” Sierra is laying it on thick but not in a dishonest way and I really have no clue
why she seems to idolize her so much. The witch has a lukewarm personality that is grating most of the time.
Leyanne looks moderately amused and slides her hands out of her overbearing grip confidently, making it clear she isn’t one for
touchy feely the way Sierra is. It‘s not done to humiliate, and my mother in law barely registers the loss of touch as that velvety
accent flows out and distracts her.
“You know I like a challenge and this spell...certainly is that.” Leyanne points out, her normal amused smugness leaching
through and I impulsively interrupt.
“Meaning?” some sort of deflation of hope sizzles in my stomach, reading between her words and looking for fault as three sets
of eyes glance to me at my intrusion. I can feel Meadow’s visual telling off as she knows there’s no way I’ve eaten yet, while
Sierra leaps up and runs to me without hesitation.
“Oh god, my girl. You’re home!” She hugs me tight, wrapping me in a bear like grip that almost breaks bones and I sink into her
embrace giving her the moment she needs to be sure I truly am okay. I strain to breathe properly but I know it’s only the force of
her love leeching out to smother me. I have to tell her about the babies, but not yet, its better if it’s when it’s just us and she can
absorb the moment. I feel she would try to downplay her joy when serious and pressing matters are on the table before us.
“Sierra was right about one thing... no single witch could pull off a spell this big alone, and after feeling it for myself, I’m certain of
it. It’s a collective use of magic and most definitely coven based. Trickier to decipher and demolish but not impossible. I need
some time to do a little research.” Leyanne shrugs as though we’re talking about getting a stain out of laundry and not pulling
apart crazy dark magic that has possessed dozens of wolves all over the state.
“So you can break it?” Meadow interjects as Sierra and I make our way to the table, arm in arm, connected, and slide into seats
in front of them. Sierra never letting go of my hand, clasped tightly in hers and it brings me some comfort to know how much she
has missed me.

“I need to find the source. Where it started. To break it, I need to face where it was made. Most magic has a weakness, and
normally it’s right at the root.” Leyanne taps her manicured nails on the surface of the polished table, seemingly thinking as
seriousness returns to the air.
“It came from the mountain in the south, we’re guessing it’s where it started but that’s also where we think the vampires
congregate in this area to sleep the day away.” I point out and scratch my head, wondering how we get the witch up there
without vampires attacking. And if we go in day, we have the wolves to contend with. We have no ideas where the spell was cast
but I guess if it floated from that way, then it’s a possibility. If she needs the source, then it’s our best bet.
“This might be troublesome. I’m more than capable of wading through wolves or vampires alone, but once I get there and
witches try their hand, I don’t think even I can handle all on my own and still be able to focus on the task at hand. I will need to be
given space to try and dismantle the spell. I can’t be spreading my gifts so thinly.”
“What’re you saying?” Sierra raises a brow; a slight look of worry crossing her face but Meadow cuts in first. Seemingly catching
on quick and somehow more in sync with her after sitting together for hours on the journey home.
“She needs us to help her get to the lair, distract the wolves and the vampires while she takes care of the witches and the spell.
In other words, the pack has to go out and fight.” Meadow and Leyanne lock eyes, a nod of agreement between them and my
heart sinks like a heavy weight in water.
Yeah, that’s what I hoped she wasn’t saying. A part of me shrivels up inside, fear returning and hope dimming. I truly thought that
being a powerful witch meant she could somehow break it without having to leave the safety of the homestead. I thought it was
going to be an easy fix form here on it and only a matter of days to help her figure out the how.
“One problem, we’re lacking our strongest fighters and there is less than ten of us here who can actually go out there and fight
our own, or the vampires without dying.” The words tumble from my lips hopeless in sound and my eyes stray to my hand sin my
lap which are clenched with the return of stress.
“There’s another problem too.” Meadow sighs, seeing my slumped posture and leans to me to pull my hands to her grasp on the
table. “If we go in day, we fight our own... if we go in night, we fight both. There’s literally no getting away from taking on our own
pack in this, because they don’t need to hide from the sun, and they can stay awake at any time.”
“Vampires don’t need to sleep in daytime either, they just need to stay in shade... which means if the source is in the mountain...
we will be dealing with both, no matter when we go.” Leyanne breaks the great news, killing us with her knowledge and dashing
more of that joyful light I came home with. I rub my face, a question arising again that has followed me since Darrius. A tremor of

fear that maybe this is something we might come up against when we near the mountain, as he said there were more of ‘his
kind’.
“How come Darrius can walk in the sun?” I interject and Leyanne perks up with a look of surprise that I even remembered this
detail. She turns her body my way, placing her palms flat on the table with such a sheer vibe of calm that it irks me a little. Her
total lack of being flustered over anything at all is starting to irritate me.
“There are a lot of myths and folklore about vampires that were made stronger by these halflings you’ve encountered. True
born... they aren’t like the ones you’ve been fighting the past few centuries. None of the rules apply to them. So forget your
Twilight and Interview with a Vampire or Hollywood crap. It’s human folklore.” She chuckles at the mention of movies I’ve heard
of but never watched. I had zero interest in watching anything about their kind over the past decades while in the home. I raise a
skeptical brow her way, sighing at how little we truly know of this new breed to us. All our information was based on the halflings
we met in battle.
“You’re saying they can walk in and out of the sun, without being hurt? And what else?” Meadow perks up, interested too,
although I can sense her alarm at this fact and Sierra even seems intrigued by this newfound information.
“Probably the opposite of every stereotypical fact the humans have ever told in stories... they sleep in beds, usually at night. And
yes, they need it too. They eat food, drink other liquids, usually booze, and only need blood to survive in small doses. Party
animals actually, really sociable with one another and live-in covens for all night raves and the what. They can feed from one
another too, which is common in mated vamps given feeding can be sexual. They’re not afraid of garlic, holy water, or wooden
stakes, and they do have reflections, and five o’clock shadows if they are male. It’s always been one of the weirdest ones I heard
that a vampire can never have a beard...I mean if that was true then how do they grow hair? ... Oh, and they are known to live
peaceably with humans... but that’s a whole other story about tributes and such, not for now.”
I blink at that last sentence, trying to get my head around a Vampire living with a human and not eating them, blanching at her as
though maybe she’s winding us up. That’ can’t be true. I met Darrius, he definitely did not seem like a vampire who would
tolerate a human living with him, not even for on the go feeding.
“Do they sparkle?” Meadow chuckles, breaking into my thoughts and mocking this species in her own sarcastic way. I eye roll at
her but giggle while Leyanne shakes her head.
“No... no glitter. Sadly. Might pretty up their dark and drab love of living in old castles and smelly gothic lairs. Not that I can talk,
mind you... Darrius is a prime example of what true bloods look like. Red eyes, warm skin...”

“Wait, what, red?” Meadow is the one to question in bold shock, and stares at me for a second, blinking as it dawns on her why
mine are red too. Knowing fine well all the ones we encountered had amber eyes like ours, or palest orange, always dull though
and not glowy like a wolf. She didn’t seem to really take note of Darrius when her focus was on me this morning so I’m guessing
she missed his devil look.
“Sounds like I missed a whole lot.” Sierra’s face crumples with concern at the mention of us meeting vampires and I doubt she
got very much from these two before I walked up here.
“I can memory share everything when we’re alone. I need to talk to you by myself.” I add softly giving Meadow the hint I want
some time out to share my news. Leyanne seems to pick up on it too, that I don’t want them to mention the pregnancy until I get
to do it alone with her. Meadow smiles softly and nods and Leyanne remains completely unchanged although she seems to
agree without any kind of gesture.
“I need a place to work and figure out some things. Do you still access the tunnels to the grimoire library?” Leyanne glances to
Sierra and gets a nod which seems to brighten her expression.
“Yes, Meadow can take you, seeing as I know you don’t need help with access. Take as long as you need.” Sierra graciously
offers and stands to show respect to the leaving witch. This is Leyanne’s way of giving us space I guess and Sierra’s way of
leaving us alone, so we get no arguments.
As they rise to leave a knock on the door sees a guard bringing in food sent from Carmen, but no sign of her behind and I raise a
brow at the lack of her presence.
“Carmen asked me to deliver this and inform you she has retired to her room. She hopes the Luna understands she needs to lay
down for a little while.” He answers a question before I even ask, and I sit back when the chicken salad and pasta is laid out
before me as he retreats in the same direction as Meadow and Leyanne. I have no issue with Carmen needing alone time, I’m
just saddened that she carries everything alone.
“Thank you.” I throw after him and push my plate closer to Sierra seeing the monster portion Carmen has sent up. I think she
took eating for three as a literal guide. It’s almost overflowing and most definitely is too much for even one half-starved wolf.
“Want to share?” I smile softly at my Rema, but she shakes her head. Her eyes steady on me, as she seems to be reading my
posture, thinking something through.
“I ate already but go ahead, you look tired and famished. Now what is it you want to talk about. How was the journey? Did you
see Colton out there?” Her voice is strained, obvious emotion lingering in her throat at the mention of her son and I wonder how

many times she has seen him through the fog and saw how feral our pack seem to be. I can feel her agony at how they’re living.
Like wild animals out there.
I know showing her the memories first will and answer all her questions, and tell her what it is I want to share, but I don’t want it
that way. I want her reaction face on, from my own words, to see the light of happiness break in that sad expression. I pull her
hand to mine and cradle it against my cheek impulsively. Needing my adopted mother’s touch as a grounding force for my
chaotic emotions. I take a steadying breath and rip off the band aid.
“You’re going to be a grandmother.... To twins.” I breathe it out finding it weird to say the words loud, so matter of factly, my heart
suddenly hammering in my chest. She gasps and retracts her hand in shock as she covers her mouth, overwhelmed and not
expecting this statement, while tears spring to her eyes. I can read her instant abundance of happiness and it warms my cold
soul, reassuring me a little that this is not as awful as it seemed at first.
“You’re.... you’re sure?” she begins to blubber, her words broken, her mouth trembling. Emotions frayed, which pushes my own
to frazzle too and my eyes mist over. Regret and longing hitting my heart that I would give anything for Colton to be here for this.
There’s a hint of tension that she doesn’t want to get her hopes up, an underlying glimmer of fear because I know she suffered
so many losses when trying to carry a child.
“Well, I only have the witch’s word for it, but I intend to have the doctor confirm at least the fact I’m pregnant tomorrow when
we’ve all rested well. She assured me on the best way to carry to full term too, so don’t worry. Okay?” I throw it out there, seeing
the smoothing of her brow as that niggle is exposed and she smiles so widely it’s almost like being beamed on by the sun.
“If Leyanne says it’s so, I wouldn’t doubt it. Oh Alora, I’m so happy, Colton’s going to be so ...” the words die on her lips and her
joy diminishes into real tears of pain as his name slices a wound in both our hearts. The effervescent mood tumbling back to the
abyss with one simple word.
“Yes, he will.... when we get him home. Because that’s what’s going to happen and there’s no other way that’s going to go.” I
state, sounding surer than I feel but knowing I have to believe or else I might not get through another hour. Colton’s absence
alone is draining me so badly.
“You heard what she said....” Sierra whimpers uncharacteristically.
“I know, and we’ll deal with that when the time comes, but for now, how about we just enjoy this moment? Take it for what it is.
I’m carrying Colton’s babies... my babies. Your blood...a chance to relive all those things you lost out on. Helping raise two

healthy pups and experiencing all those firsts again.” I inject a lighthearted tone, grab her hand and squeeze it tight. Trying to
sound excited for her sake, knowing how important this is to her.
Sierras eyes lift as do her brows, as some of the joy returns at my words, drying her eyes and she nods brightly. Her mood
wavering but she can’t conceal the genuine happy.
“You’re right.... My son’s little ones will be so like him, all over again, only in double. I’m so unbelievably thrilled.”
Deep down, I think part of me is even more joyful for her than for myself at this news. For right now anyway while I have so many
burdens and worries to carry about their existence.
Sierra’s loneliness, her pining for what she lost, maybe my children can play a part in healing her wounds and giving her,
something only watching a child of her bloodline grow can give her. It’s not exactly a do over, but its close enough. She’ll have
more than just Colton and I to adore and cherish and my babies will fill her heart in ways we can’t. They truly are a blessing.
“Okay, show me what I missed, then I can go the rest of my evening bubbling over with happiness at this wonderful news. These
children are going to be so loved.” It seems after a moment to absorb it; her energy and excitement finally shows face. Like she
needed my permission to forget about the fog for a second. It raises my spirt and I smile at her, basking in the warmth she gives,
but then my face falling as I realize I now have to fill in the gaps too.
Oh boy.....
Now the part I’m not looking forward to and knowing that she’s going to see everything that I did. She’s going to find out I’m way
more vampire than I ever knew I could be. I’m not exactly happy about that.