Rejected Mate and Following Fate

I zoom past trees, skim over fallen logs and under overhanging debris, aware I’m slower once more and I tire faster, but I fight on
anyway. I need to see this through and be there to lead my people home when victory is ours. I owe them so much and from
what I can see as all remaining wolves head hard towards the mountain in one wave, our numbers vast. We didn’t seem to lose
many to fighting our brothers. In fact, as I skim the faces around me, I can’t feel the sense of loss that I did earlier, and I wonder
if it was merely their pain and not death.
Not one single wolf death. We did what we set out to do. Break the spell without any losses.
Carmen mind links me, seemingly understanding why I’m looking around as we run and I blanche, my heart rising in delirious
happiness because I truly thought there would be an aftermath of grief and despair when the turned found out they killed some of
our own. That our victory would also be the start of mourning the losses. Instead, we just need to make sure it’s the same
outcome at the mountain now.
It looms up over my head like a foreboding shadow, making me aware I have never ventured this far, or come this close to this
beast of a grey rock. The stench and vibrations of vampires overpowers me as I get right to the overhang where we always
suspected the entrance was. I can feel them, in their droves. Moving, fighting, hissing in the depths of their caverns, and as my
pack start to single file into the narrow tunnel entrance which has been ripped open wide by wolves in their fury to get inside, I
push my way past and make a dash to get in ahead of the next wave.
Carmen’s stuck to my side, as my personal bodyguard, my mind and focus on following my mate’s scent. Like a bright shining
path in the dark, I can feel him close, smell where he’s been and tremble with the force of his aggression exuding through the air
as he fights for his pack within the mountain. I can sense Cesar, the sub pack and Meadow too, all within these walls and doing
what they do best.
Seeing it’s their Luna among them, some move and get out of my way, still unsure why I’m in human form, but they don’t ask.
They follow at speed, flanking me like an army, knowing this is where they’re needed for sure.
The inner coven den is almost pitch black once I get away from the open entrance and my night vision takes a moment to kick in.
I can still smell Colton in the air, even though the stench of blood and sweat and those rabid creatures overpowers my senses
and use it as my guide as I feel my way along damp cold walls. I stumble on badly scraped, and uneven, gritty floors, cursing
under my breath that my footing is useless as a human. Carmen slides beside me to offer support and I cling onto her fur instead
and use her as a walking aid.

It’s been dug out carelessly, and makeshift, like they never really intended this to be more than a temporary lair. There’s no home
comforts or hints of human living, just a damp and cold cave. Like wild animals sheltering in the darkness and not creatures
capable of civilization, like we are.
My eyes adjust, bringing the surrounding shapes into view and blood curling screams further up the incline, coming down cut off
tunnels on either side of me fill me with dread. It’s one thing to fight them out there in the open, see them coming, and have the
space around you to anticipate their attack, but another entirely to be in here, claustrophobic with poor vision and opportunity for
every tunnel to be a pounce point. This is a labyrinth of cold stone and damp. Even with night vision and extreme senses, it’s still
a terrifying place to try and navigate and the noises echoing around confuse the mind to where battles are ensuing.
I move fast and follow the screams that are loudest, ignoring my own pounding heartbeat and shaking limbs. Sensing Colton,
sensing Meadow in the air, and surprisingly I feel Sierra behind me almost as soon as I step into a wider area of open rock that
cuts off in front of me into an almost cliff like drop.
Alora, I’m with you. I’m sorry I couldn’t get back to you.
She’s panting like she’s been running hard and I’m guessing after she got free of wherever she was she came bounding back to
find me and then got lost in the chaos of the broken spell. She probably heard the help cry and knew I would come this way
before picking up my scent again.
Stay close to me. I won’t leave you again.
I nod, needing no explanations as I know she wouldn’t have left me had she been able to control it. I saw what the battlefield was
like, how chaotic it was and how badly we were struggling against them. How easy it was to separate us and lose one another.
I’m hoping she sees it, feels that I’m okay and now she’s here, I’m fine.
Sierra presses to my other side, so her and Carmen flank me fully, my hands skimming the fur and feeling a sense of security,
despite my vulnerable state as human. At least I have my gifts back, even if they are powering on less than fifty percent of my
abilities because of my babies. It’s better than nothing. And now I also have my femmes, and my small entourage of pack wolves
going to meet our most ruthless ahead of us. Nothing can happen to me this time. I know that I need to stay safe and that now
Colton is here, I won’t be in the danger I was before. I can relinquish the reigns and let my mate be everything I know he can be.
We shuffle along left, the narrow walkway away from the sheer drop and find the winding way down where all hell seems to be
breaking loose. This mountain is almost hollow right in the center and all tunnels and walkways seem to wind into this one

walking space which twists down to the depths below. The echoes and cries I heard all over, they are concentrated inside this
cavern and flowing out in all directions.
The battle below is vicious and loud, and the flying fury of fur and pale creatures makes for an almost stormy sea like movement
across the depths. I can’t see who is who, but my attention is drawn up as something flies past me and crashes into the
overhanging rocky ceiling above before plummeting back down in speed. It’s scares the shit out of me, my heart lurching to my
throat and the three of us jump back against those behind us and inhale swiftly in perfect sync. Freezing as we stare at whatever
that was and eyeing it warily.
“What the hell?” I recoil in horror as another makes a break for it and for the first time ever, I see, some of the vampires have
wings. Like huge, oversized leathery bat wings and my jaw drops open.
“Why the hell have we never seen this before, and what in the actual.......” My mind turns blank and I blink, trying to adjust to this
sight and believe what I’m seeing.
They’re trying to get out, escape, but the suns up..... They don’t seem to care that getting out will be death. They know they’re
losing and they’re frantic to die any other way than by our claws.
It’s a wolf coming up towards me, meting us on our path. A familiar voice of one of our experienced sub pack sentinels, one of
our warriors. One of the fog enchanted, as he follows up after another flying creature and happened to come upon us gawping
upwards. He bows to me, makes it clear he’s not staying, and then proceeds past me at speed to take off towards the ceiling to
catch any that go up. His smile and enjoyment at finally getting to rip these creatures apart gives me shivers, but I know most of
our warriors have been waiting for this day. Ever since we moved into the shadow of these beings and had to watch our every
move. Our fiercest have longed to invade this place and eliminate the threat. Even Colton, but his need to see our people safe
always overrode the urge to scourge the mountain clean.
We should break through up there, let the light in. Change the game.
Carmen cuts into my shocked thoughts and grabs my hand gently with her mouth, hauling me back instead of down to follow the
sentinel. It takes me a second to catch up with what she said but it’s a smart idea and I follow at speed, not caring if she just
once again decided for me. Turning on our heel to trace out the steps moving skywards and Sierra and some of our pack follow
me. The rest head down to help with the fight.
“Up there.” I point to the way the narrow walkway cuts off at the other side, to one going up into rock and gesture we should get
as high as we can if we’re going to break some kind of vent to let the sun fry these freaks. From this angle, with all of them down

below, we can kill so many with such a simple act and help our fighters below. They may be winning, but this mountain is full of
these creatures and this may take hours yet to defeat them all. I know Colton, he’s come into their lair and he won’t leave until
every last one is dead. He’s had too long staying away and keeping us safe, now is his opportunity to rid this place for a while
and he’ll take it.
Carmen grabs two wolves on the passing, both strong sentinels from our pack, pushing them with me. Seeing as they are
heading up anyway in chase of more flapping creatures and they see me and obey.
“Come with us.” I command, knowing they recognize me right away and get instant head bows as they do. I lead the way at
speed as we climb higher and look for weak points with thinner rock formations around us. Look for ways to break to the
outside.... Thinner patches, crevices. Tiny cracks or even tunnels formed by nature which are small. There has to be areas we
can break through... I mean strength is our gift and our claws were built for this. A wolf can rip through most terrain and our
ability to do it with ease and speed is incomparable to most in nature.
I point out a patch where the rocks indent away from us, and slight cracks of faint light seem to permeate on areas almost
undetectable if you were not looking for them, and know we found it. A weak point where the hollow is close to the outer edge
and with some effort, we can dig through. It would cast light across the center of the hollow catching all the creatures flying
upwards, and hopefully flood below with enough light to help.
Even though I can’t use any of my wolf gifts, Carmen takes the lead and starts digging, scraping and hauling rubble out of a
nearby crack as she turns and gets to work. Other wolves piling in see what we are doing and immediately understanding the
plan, so help.
It’s not unlike the forest, being up here. The sounds travelling and making my skin goosebump, my inner angst grow. When we
were in throws of violence, eerie screams, and chaotic noises. Thuds, thumps, cries... ripping, screeching, smashing. The scent
of blood filling the air of both Lychan and Vampire, but I know both species have healing abilities, and this isn’t going to be as
quick as taking down a small patrol out there in the woods. There are dozens of them in here. Maybe even hundreds.
“Alora.... Move.” The familiar voice of the witch comes at me from far behind, shocking me into a moment of disbelief and I spin
to see her striding this way. A bright white light in her hand as her mode of seeing where she’s going once again, and she smiles
at our attempts at clawing through solid stone.
“If you want it done right... you do it yourself. When will you wolves learn, the witch is always a better option.” She smiles, that
arrogant demeanor on show but I can’t fault her for it. Afterall, she broke the spell and my respect for her abilities have grown by
a thousand-fold. My wolves look to me and with a nod I make them clear the way and they all turn back and flank me instead.

She throws me a smug twitch of her lips and tosses her light at the wall in front of us with a simple flick of her wrist. Absolutely no
effort and for a moment, I wonder what a small glow of nothing can really do for a huge expanse of mountain wall. I expected
something a bit more dramatic and with a lot more vavoom. For someone so powerful, this was like tossing a match into the sea.
It’s a boom of light, like a large lightbulb shorting out and we are hit with pitch darkness once more, without very much of an
explosion at all. I stand looking rather deflated as my eyes adjust and wonder what that even was, expecting more.
The air that whips around me catches my breath so suddenly, I’m startled for a moment. An after effect, like a storm in a teacup
brewing and there’s a pause of inhale. Almost like a silent stillness for a second, and I realize as something grows in the air
around us, I should never doubt this witch. A growing groan, an uneasy sense of atmosphere tingling around us as if I’m
suddenly feeling gravity changing direction and it stirs up my instincts to be afraid.
A weird noise of shifting earth, the mountain shudders and groans again and then the full side rips out away from us with the
release, like a silent blast as though a giant person grabbed a handful of rock and ripped it out. The full front before me crumbles
outwards and collapses down the outside with a crescendo of noise that can be heard for miles around and echoes back on us.
Birds in the distance from our newly acquired view scatter from trees for miles of endless forest canopy and animals scurry in
panic. The rubble bounces down until it meets forest and rips down trees in it’s wake.
Daylight floods the space around us so that we blink to adjust, filling the cracks and the crevices and gleaming bright, illuminating
all below.
“You couldn’t have done that already and saved half a battle?” Carmen asks drily, cocking an eyebrow at the witch as two equally
cold and sassy women lock eyes. A tingle of energy zapping through the air.
“I was a wee bit busy, killing witches, my pet. Do you want to add a wolf to the death toll?” Leyanne snaps right back with a
salacious smile, and I wave my hands at them in a ‘shhh’ motion to calm the brewing hostility. My eyes now locked on the fruits
of her labor.
It’s with this new light I look down to see the clear way to go and realize how high we are and how narrow those walkways are. In
the dark it was not so terrifyingly steep, because we couldn’t see how far a fall it would be. In light it’s a deep and crazy long
hollow that stretches beyond the imagination, yet the dazzle still makes it all the way down from this impressive hole that is still
crumbling wider from the witch’s magic and tearing down the side to let more in.
The screams and burning smell of flesh, catching fire, soon fill the air with clogging thick smoke that makes us choke, and gasp,
and pull back, as winged creatures crash from wall to wall in a bid to escape. Their panic is their demise, writhing in burning

agony with scolding light, they fly right up into the fullest part of it and combust like a puff of dust right before our eyes. It
becomes chaos and confusion, and we all pin ourselves back against the walls as the hollow fills with frantic wings and shield
our faces form explosive dust particles.
I’ve never seen them die this way and the howls below as many perish instantly send the ones shaded or shrouded in shadow
reeling into tunnels to escape. Only more wolves await them, in every nook, due to our sheer numbers present as the entire pack
have filtered in now, and their death is imminent.
I spy Colton when I look down into the drop off, standing proud in the center, light shining on his black fur as the throws his head
back and howls a successful call. The shadows around him are eerie but only make it look like he’s standing in a spotlight.
That long blood curling message to our pack, that we have overthrown an enemy’s leader, and even if it confuses me, I still focus
on what he’s got. Holding up high, a dead vampire corpse in his claws before he tosses it aside and I don’t hesitate in making my
way down to where he is. Confused that this is a leader when I know the source should be Varro. I don’t doubt his call, I just
don’t understand.
He isn’t my gentle loving Colton at this moment. Standing huge and formidable on hind legs, towering over all around him. A
sight to behold as an enraged black Lycanthrope, his eyes glowing so bright they look like flames. A battle cry in his throat and
his fur caked in the blood of our enemies which just adds to his sheer warrior like power.
He’s Alpha of the Santo pack, a once feared and unrivalled pack who began crumbling under Juan’s reign, but has hope in a
new leader. I get goosebumps staring at the king who will make our people great again and know when he’s in control, there will
be no stopping our people from taking back what’s rightfully ours. Losing him made me realize how capable and invincible he
can be, and I won’t let anything take him from us again. I am wowed by his presence, pulled to him by my need to be with him
once more and not at all swayed by his filthy furred body, or the pile of carcasses around his feet, that build him higher on a
podium made from death.
Wolves take off after the escaping few, but I can already tell that compared to what we have seen in the forests, this mountain
has way less than I anticipated and wonder where the hell they all are. The stench in here reeks of thousands of crammed vile
souls, but all I see is a mere hundreds in terms of bodies scattered all around. Not even high in that count either.
“Where are they all?” I turn to Leyanne feeling her on my heel as we carefully descend and keep scanning where I’m stepping so
I don’t fall as her light once again shines the way. Carmen pushes in front of me to watch my step, while Sierra stays on our rear,
both femmes close and forming a shield. Sierra seems quiet, lost in thought and I wonder if this brings back unwanted memories
of battles of old.

“It seems this mountain only held a small amount in recent days... I’m guessing Lord Varro has pulled them where he needs
them, and it wasn’t here. It was half empty when we got in and made finding the witches way easier. Your Meadow, is quite the
soldier.” Leyanne seems impressed by that and not at all phased by her first statements. Although I spin on her in alarm.
“And the witches, they are where?” I blink, reeling thoughts splaying out, remembering that she had to take them on alone to
break the spell and as of yet I’ve only seen vampires. If they are a threat in here, I want to know about it. Will they now be
something else to have a showdown with?
“Dead.... They weren’t much of a challenge. Took all seven of them to make that spell, but faced with me, and panicking, they
didn’t achieve much before I disintegrated them. Such pointless wee beasts they were. Quite disappointing really.” She sounds
almost guilty for a second, or maybe truly deflated, and I flash a look her way, catching an odd moment of somber I wasn’t
expecting and then it’s gone. It also confirms that despite not seeing much evidence of it, she is obviously as powerful as Sierra
told me. Seven witches who managed to hold so many of our pack hostage for a week, and yet she blows in and takes them out
without messing up her outfit or her hair.
“I’m sorry you had to kill your own kind.” I try to console, feeling I should, but she shrugs with one shoulder. That cool demeanor
back in place and that care no less expression firmly on that attractive face. She still reminds me of Carmen in a way, only
brunette, with dark eyes.
“You have to weed out the bad to benefit the many sometimes. They were practicing things they have no place to mess with.
They were no sisters of mine; they were something the world could do without and the high council will agree when I present
them with my findings on why I rid them of an entire coven.”
She seems to want to end the conversation and moves past me fast to flash bomb a creature in the face as it stuck out its stupid
head into where we are moving. So fast Carmen didn’t have time to react even though it was right at her side. It’s semi shadowy
here, it obviously didn’t expect a blinding light to expand its face all over the wall in a dramatic and disgusting fashion.
I recoil in ‘ewww’ and dodge the flopping body before I make the last speed dash down to the final floor below, skipping over and
seeing even Carmen grimace with the up-close body showering she just got from its blood.
“Thanks for that!” Carmen mutters sarcastically, back at the witch and shakes herself to try and remove the worst of it. I jump
back so her spray doesn’t get to me then realize it’s pretty futile. I am covered in my own blood and god knows what else, I can’t
even imagine how I truly look from all angles.

“You’re welcome. It’s not like you could smell any worse.” Leyanne bites right back and I eyeroll at the constant power struggle of
personalities. Sighing at Carmen’s snarling growl and push her onwards to stop them.
When we get lower, Colton is already gone and heading down tunnels in hot pursuit of what’s left of the enemy. When we get to
the ground floor fully, I gag on the smell down here. It’s thick, vile dust, overwhelming stench, that coats every surface. The ashy
remains of fried vampire and I notice the throne, crude, and carved without skill, as it sits in one corner and seems to be the one
form of seating in this place. I gesture towards it and Leyanne narrows in on it too, Carmen walking over in wolf form to sniff at it
and recoils as though the scent is painful.
“Covens have lords. This one was no different, but he was another halfling and your mate already took care of him. I think he
was newly promoted.” Leyanne points at the unbreathing evidence and I turn to the lifeless body slumped in the corner that
Colton discarded. Still intact due to not being in direct light but it has no head. One sure fire way to end a vampire is to take its
head clean off its shoulders and I know from experience it’s Colton’s preferred method. He’s strong enough to do it with just a
little flick of the wrists. It’s also why he’s covered in blood as it’s probably the messiest way to kill one.
I also note how most of these vile creatures are naked and nothing like the ones we encountered in the woods who were more
human than these. They are nothing compared to Darrius in any way and I wonder how many sub species these things have. I
thought from what he said, there was them, and these. Yet, this is something entirely different. We have never seen them fly at
all.
“These are different, and some have wings.” I point out, in a questioning tone, leaning down to peer at the so-called leader, then
straighten up to push it over with my foot and have a proper look. It has remnants of clothes that look like they were shredded
from its body a long while ago, and all ribs and protruding bones all over as though it was malnourished. The ones we have
fought were dressed and not like this, I’m sure. Well maybe, but we never saw them naked. From memory they definitely didn’t
seme this skinny and almost alienlike.
Long nails, yellow and brittle looking, but fiercely sharp. Waxy white skin, covered in a soft down of ugly hairs, on arms and legs
and weirdly oversized rib cages that are not in proportion to their bodies in any way. They’re uglier than I thought like this. Bony,
no connections to the human qualities of Darrius.
“Various degrees of DNA dilution. These are mongrels. Or as Darrius would call them, Gutter rats.” Leyanne points out as
Carmen and Sierra turn to human to join us. “Wings are common in pure, just not so much in rats.”

“Meaning?” Carmen asks with genuine curiosity as her and Sierra find their places by my side once more and look down at the
mess at our feet with pinched expressions. The smell is so bad in here it’s hard to breathe properly and we all shield our faces
with palms to cut out the worst of it. Not that it helps much but it’s better than inhaling ashes of remains.
“Built for one purpose alone... mass making an army. Lord Varro didn’t care about the purity of their breed, or even fixing out the
flaws. He wanted numbers and feral instincts. The perfect instant way to fill your ranks and create killing machines.” Leyanne
steps over and prods one with her foot as though checking out if it’s truly dead, or god knows what witches do with morbid things
like this. She’s a weird one even on a good day and seems fascinated to be able to inspect so close.
“So, not all vampires are like this... some are like that Darrius? More human like... less. Ughh.” Carmen didn’t get a good look at
Darrius that day on the road, but I guess she saw enough to see he was more like a strong human with toned skin and normal
lines of a muscular body. She didn’t see his red eyes, and I doubt she saw that his fangs were more in keeping with a Hollywood
heartthrob vampire than these grotesque ‘Hills have eyes’ freaks. These have fangs which far extend their mouths, much like the
ones in the orphanage that day. While Darrius had tiny pointers that slightly showed between his lips. I wonder if his can extend
then shake it out of my head.
“These are not vampires... they’re halflings. Don’t confuse the two, especially not within hearing of an actual Vampire. It’s the
worst of insults. I doubt you have battled a real one in your entire existence.” Leyanne wanders around, stepping over them and
surveys the damage around her with literally no expression or care in the world. She’s definitely not squeamish and the smell
seems to have no effect on her, given I guess our sense of smell is way more fine tuned than hers. “The pure bloods haven’t
lifted a finger to aid these wars in over five thousand years. Lord Varro has only ever used these rejects... that were once
human. As diluted and flawed as you can get and nothing at all like what I know the vampires to be.” Leyanne leans down and
touches the naked foot of the dead master near her and then rubs her fingers together like she’s testing something. I grimace at
the fact she touched it and has no way of washing her hands. “He’s damp and cold and feels like pig skin. I’m guessing it’s a
sixth or seventh dilution of genuine vampire DNA. They get worse the more they create from one another. It’s no wonder they are
no match for wolves. They’re probably closer to human in terms of abilities, besides wings.” She sighs, seemingly irritated by this
fact.
“You’re saying true bloods are....? Stronger? Faster?” Sierra asks but doesn’t finish as her words tail off. I frown, looking from
her, to it, and back again. No longer doubting what Darrius said in the car and trying to remember what he told me.
“Put it this way. If the true bloods were the ones to stand up and take on the war... your species for the second time in history
would almost be extinct. These don’t have their gifts... where do you think yours comes from, Luna. Your strength, your power....
Did you never wonder why it in itself was stronger than these creatures you fought for months.” Leyanne walks over the mess

and comes back to my side, making me aware of the complete lack of wolves in this space as we hear the faint noises moving
away. They are spreading out around the tunnels to catch the last of them and I can still sense my mate within these rocks.
Somewhere fighting to end this battle. Being his capable self, while I stand here suddenly secure and no longer worried at all
about our victory. Colton has always been invincible.
“I just thought my wolf DNA made it so.” I shrug, only half invested while I link him to feel his presence, but then leave him be in
case he’s busy. Just feeling him is enough and his return second of connection tells me he felt me too. We do this sometimes,
connect but don’t talk, just to touch base and say ‘I’m okay’ and ‘I feel you’. I smile, instantly warmed by the knowledge he’s
really truly with me again. One word and he would appear, like he always does. I leave him alone, my silence telling him to do
what he’s doing, and I’ll be fine wherever I am. No doubt his senses tell him exactly where I am, and he will have had someone
link him my whereabouts. I know Meadow and the sub pack are with him, they won’t be far from his side. He’s with the most
competent and is as safe as I am.
Leyanne laughs, breaking into my thoughts as though I’m the most amusing thing she has never known. Pulling my brain back
into our conversation and I sense Carmen bristle with hostility that this bitch dared to mock her Luna. I pat Carmen’s hand and
pull her arm into mine to make her calm down. Sensing her softening but she stays put, and her glare stays stuck on Leyanne’s
face.
“No. Your gifts come from the source and trust me, as strong as you seem, you are way down the ranks of what a true blood can
do. Darrius for example... he’s a Shadow Knight, actually the high commander of the Shadow Knights. One of the most ruthless
hunting machines in existence by any species standards. Him alone, could take down maybe twenty of yours by himself, without
breaking a sweat or wrinkling his impressively tailored wardrobe. Even if your alpha was one of them. So, it’s a good thing, he
doesn’t waste his time chasing wolves.” Leyanne chuckles, a slight sense of admiration for that creature. “Probably also one of
the most indifferent and cold bastards you will ever meet, who has no time for other people’s drama. I sort of admire him.”
The silence from the three of us as this sinks in makes it clear she has shocked us, and she pats me on the shoulder with a
reassuring smile. I swallow with a loud gulp, a little torn with this insight into what half my bloodline is. Or why she even likes him.
I knew Darrius gave off weird vibes, but I didn’t think he was this impressive. We have little suggestions of Shadow Knights in the
grimoire library, but the facts are so few and far between. Hard to really say if they were myth or real, or just scaremongering
from witches who wanted us to avoid all vampires. What we did read had made them seem like Devils on earth and untouchable
by any species. If this is true, and they do in fact exist, that means Vampires still sit on top of the food chain among all of us.
Wolves always thought themselves to hold that title, but then our history books aren’t really honest.

“The lords and the coven dwellers with pure blood.... they stay away from any kind of people. They like their existence quiet, and
calm, and as long as their needs are met, they don’t care what goes on in the outside world. Their a species who have been
around since time began. There’s a reason wolves’ dwell in the human world, never far from them, even if you try to avoid them
in life. It’s the only way your kind felt safe to repopulate after the pure bloods left only a handful of you alive. That long lost hatred
of the species, they avenged what they wanted to avenge. Everything since has been halflings created for personal vendettas by
rogue lords like Varro.”
We all stare at her for a long moment in silence as it sinks in, what she said, and it makes sense. All our lives, despite avoidance
with humans, wolves populate near them, and interact when we have to. We always find packs not far from human civilizations,
yet no one has ever questioned it or looked into the past to find out why. There are plenty places in the world where we could live
away from them, yet we choose not to. It gives truth to what she says.
“That’s why you said I can end it. Because the high lord, he can recall Varro and pull him to heel. Finally put this to bed.” I add in,
pulling the conversation to something more productive as we stand in this echoey place. It sends shivers down my spine being
here, but I feel for now, it’s the safest place. While our pack scourge the rest of the mountain and catch their last drops of these
mongrel’s blood. They can’t go out, so they’re cornered and being wiped out.
“Yes. Of course, until the next lord finds reason to hate you. I’m sure with your species popularity skills, it’ll happen eventually.
But Varro is next in line to rule, so maybe you might have peace for a couple of thousands of years once he puts his own
vendetta to bed.” Leyanne shrugs and dusts off her dress, fixing her long black cloak and seems unfazed about any of this. I
guess living for three thousand years means, there’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.
“That would be nice. Maybe we might have a chance at something normal for a while.” Carmen chips in and nudges me when
returning figures draw our attention. We sense them, tingle with their presence and a wide smile moves across my face as my
mate’s aura looms back in on me.
Wolves are pacing back in, smeared in blood and remains and I know without asking, because I can feel it, that all the vampires
are dead. All my senses, my connections to these creatures, they can already tell me not one single heartbeat remains.
It’s over.... Really over, for us, here right now.
We won and our mountain is now clear of the enemy at last.