Awakening Following Fate - Chapter #1 - Free To Read

The branches and low-hanging boughs skim my face, clawing my fur as I race through the forest, ducking low to avoid overhanging sticks that pull harshly as I follow Colton into the darkness. My heart’s racing, blood rushing through my head, and I can barely keep up with the swift pace of my mate before me. Focused intensely on the darting black slice of shadow that moves so sleekly to lead the way. The zipping noise of foliage passes my ears at speed, yet I don’t slow my pace.

Colton, wait!….. I mind link him with a hint of warning in my tone.

Something internally sends the alarm bells ringing as the stealth shape of my wolf man leaps through the dense forest and disappears into a thick brush mere feet before me. Almost swallowed by the foliage, I lose sight for a second, and my heart rate elevates. A tinge of panic hits me hard in the gut as the feeling of warning grows inside me as we proceed. I don’t know what this feeling is, but I have learned to always listen to my gut lately.

I can hear the others of our pack rushing through the undergrowth in line with us but spread apart, yet it brings me little comfort. Instead, the anxiety increase for my pack grows, and I leap after him again without waiting for his response.

I won’t leave you behind, Baby. Just stay on my tail. Stay close. Colton’s reassuring voice comes through the link inside my head, his usual warm, soothing huskiness, and that internal feeling of unease grows stronger. Normally his words bring me calm, but not at this moment. He doesn’t seem as aware as I am of this feeling, and his confident tone tells me he has no intention of relenting in this hunt. The vampires are on the run, and we are close at their heels after chasing them from the boundary.

No, wait, there’s something off! Pull back. Stop!

I link back with obvious intense caution and almost run into the back of him as I clear the next brush in a leap to catch up. I see him last second and try to midair swerve with a yelp in case I crash down on him. He’s stopped dead on the track where I aim and swiftly side-jumps to let me land beside him without accidental collision.

What is it?

His amber eyes lock on mine as I come level, panting lightly from our high-speed chase, glowing from the black fur framing them in the most sinister ways. He looks eerily devilish out here in the dense wood in the darkness. Standing almost six feet on all fours, he is the most impressive wolf in the pack and a born alpha who still makes me weak in the knees. Yet even as leader and master, Colton has come to trust my instincts over the past months of ruling our pack together as much as his own, and he always listens to me as he seems to be doing now.

I can feel them….. out there. They’re not running anymore. They’re waiting. I swear, I can feel it. It’s almost like they’ve stopped, and the fear they felt before has dissipated.

I don’t hesitate and throw my nose towards the looming shadow of the mountain as though to press the point.

In the last months since I became Luna, we have chased down dozens of the vampires who breached our lines and entered our land to pick off our weak. We’ve killed many, more than I want to remember, yet they still keep coming at alarming regularity. Even after they realized their weapon to immobilize us was useless if we stayed within our boundaries.

The Doc and Mother Luna Sierra devised a frequency to be played over speakers around the homestead, making theirs utterly useless unless we stray out of ear shot. Not that the frequency can be heard, even by us, but our ability to be wolves proves it works fine. Overwhelming the weapon and keeping us safe. We are still inside that boundary, yet they have stopped trying to escape, making no sense. They always run to the outer limit when they know we’re close on their heels.

A trap? I don’t see how…we outnumber them, and in a face-to-face fight, we’re the stronger.

He turns his head towards the darkness ahead, expecting to see them, and mentally tells the pack to stop and wait. I exhale with relief as the responses are obedient ‘Yes, Alpha’ and feel the vibrations of our kin come to a halt immediately. Our subpack is waiting to proceed and standing wherever they have halted in the forest around us. Obedience is their strongest skill, and they won’t budge without Colton’s say-so.

I don’t know. Something feels different. I can taste the anticipation…. There’s a smugness. I don’t like it. Call the pack back. We’re turning around. The landline is just ahead anyway, and we wouldn’t be going much further once we hit the boundary.

As Luna of the pack, I, too, have the authority to make them return via the link between us all, but I respect my mate’s dominance and let him be the one to recall them. The hunt is over; we chased them out and are not jeopardizing any of them tonight. We’ve lost many over the last six months, and I can’t bear to carry the pain of their losses each time. It never gets easier, even if it’s a wolf I never knew. Such is the curse of being the pack's heart. Luna is to love all of them.

Colton hesitates and stares off into the darkness again, thinking, deciding, and then snorts in distaste, shaking his head and making it obvious he isn’t happy, but he agrees. My wolf man has become a hunter, and sometimes I worry the thrill of battle is becoming something he’s getting too accustomed to. Sometimes, when we defend our pack, he has a coldness that makes me remember he is still a Santo. I can almost taste his bubbling energy and will to keep going, the restless aggression because today did not end in a fight.

As my Luna commands…

Colton lowers his head towards me so his nose almost touches one of his paws in a mock bow. Humor to lighten the mood, and then via the link, I listen to him recall the ones we are patrolling with and tell them to return to the home perimeter.

No one argues. Just agreement and the rustling noise as they begin to turn back and head home. An atmosphere of both relief and disappointment comes with mixed vibes. They seem to be too used to this ongoing battle and bloodshed.

Let’s go.

I nod backward into the bushes and turn to go, but Colton stands for a moment, and I hesitate to leave him. Pausing to look back at him and stare at his statuesque figure.

What are you waiting for?

I don’t know…. Something is out there with them. I can sense it now we’re still. I didn’t before, as it’s faint. It’s not just vampires…. I can feel something else.

There’s an undercurrent, an edge to his tone, and then he throws off his inquisitiveness and moves to me.

When Colton turns, I inwardly gasp at the unusual sight of his eyes glowing ethereal blue. It’s not entirely unknown. The witch in him sometimes piques, but it rarely shows in wolf form as it’s more of a human-related gift and usually held down by his Lycan gifts. It’s generally for very specific reasons too, like using his healing powers while Sierra trains him to be more efficient with them or when he has visions and small snippets of the future. Or when he nears his mother in her own state of glow, it triggers him.

Your eyes … they’re blue,

I point out, closing the gap between us to gaze into the almost luminescent color, and he frowns, shaking his head to try and shift it. Making it obvious he isn’t even aware it’s happening, so I guess no visions, nothing from him that is igniting the glow.

That’s new. Usually only happens when my mother is near and using her……

Colton’s head spins back to where he gazed before, immediately silencing him. His gaze narrows to a scowl, and a low snarl emits from his deep throat like a vibration.

What is it? What can you see? I look too, my senses on high alert and body prickling as I can still feel the vampires in the distance, now feeding on his burst of hostility. The downside to my blood being part of theirs is since I opened my gifts, I can always feel them whenever they’re close. Mixed with my mate’s emotions, it’s making me feel nauseous and faint.

It’s a witch… let’s go. Move, catch up with the pack. We shouldn’t linger alone; I need to protect you. Colton’s words are heavy and laced with anger, yet also worry. He takes zero chances when protecting me and is most definitely overprotective.

I don’t argue, but instead, I trust his instinct and turn, pick up my paws, and run like the wind back in the direction we came from. I can feel him close behind me, always steps behind even though I know he’s faster than me at a sprint. He’s staying back in case we are followed by whatever he thinks is out there because he never stops shielding me.

Not that I need it. Colton sometimes requires me to look after him as far as powers go. As my gifts grew and I began to hone them over the months, I found how powerful I could be. It was almost like sliding into a warm bath after a long hard day: it freed and rejuvenated me. From the first moments of the gifts being free, I learned how to use them almost like a forgotten memory, and even he admits that I can be way more helpful than him at times.

Colton is having a more challenging time with his witch gifts, though. So long repressed and so at odds with how he was raised. He is a warrior and a fighter, but his witch side is to heal, nurture, and care, much like his mom, and avoid conflict. So at odds with who he is. He sometimes has visions and dreams that he cannot separate from fantasy or reality as he tries to navigate what they mean and what he’s to do with them. It frustrates him on so many levels, being a guy who likes to have all the answers to all life’s problems. He hates puzzles and trying to read meanings through vague images. Sierra is trying to expand that ability, but sometimes Colton is too rough and ready to sit down and center himself to his peaceable side long enough to do much about it.

We run back the several miles we covered in the hunt until the homestead looms ahead, high on a hill over the next mound of treetops like a welcome calling haven. We don’t let up and can sense the closeness of the others rounding in as we get home to our safety net.

Why would they have a witch out here? I ask innocently as we slow our paces to a trot and move to the opening clearing before hitting the new village we built around and behind the homestead to accommodate our pack. It’s been a busy few months of creating a proper habitat for our growing pack, and as the houses come into view behind the tall cage fences, I relax and walk. We’re within the perimeter of our haven. We’re close enough now that the other patrols in the pack will still be circling, and we no longer have to watch our backs.

You heard my mother. She told us that some of the witches joined forces with the vampires in this fight and were only too happy to see the downfall of the wolves. Some of them feel wronged by us. I guess this is the first of them showing up to prove her right. It’s been months of sporadic attacks that never succeeded. Maybe they think a witch on side might give them an advantage since their weapon is all but useless now.

I don’t respond as a cold chill runs through my stomach, and I glance back into the dense darkness and try to feel anything beyond the tree line. There is nothing, they never followed us back here, but the uneasiness I picked up first is still there. Almost like we’re being watched. I shudder in subtle fear at the thought of what might be out there. Trying not to let my mind run riot and imagine the worst.

Don’t!

Colton nudges my face with his nose, reading my mind, pushing me away from where I’m staring, breaking my train of thought.