Awakening (2 book series)
Awakening – Rejected Mate Chapter 88

All slaughtered by Juan and his trusted, his sub pack, his elders, his closest. Those he now wears like a shroud, to lead from behind on the mountain. Which meant Sierra saw it all too, as his Luna, she was by his side at all times and followed him into battle. None of them jumped to defend her because they were just as guilty as her mate. Mother, my father, my brother, my grandparents... all gone at Juan's hand and I cannot contain the fury growing within me as my mind puts the pieces together and it all begins to add up. The return of the wolves saw everything change, and the children like me, ripped from guardian's families who had vowed to care for us, and pushed into that home. Except me... my guardian's, the last of the Whytes, were slaughtered by 'vampires' in the middle of the night. I now wonder if that too was a lie.

We went from being cared for, cherished by wolves who opened their homes to us, all while our families fought, to being almost outlawed in a way. By Santo wolves who spread the word that the war was almost lost because of our blood lines. They told them none of us should be revered as fallen heroes remaining legacy... but left to fade out and kill an impure invasion on future generations. They started the second they returned, in pushing all of us into that dark side of the mountain and maintaining we were cursed. Why didn't he just kill me too?

Words fail me and I stare at the doctor as I lift my head, catching the wariness in his eye as he sees the expression on my face and hesitates about moving away a little.

My heart is pounding, my breathing shallow, and a twisting knife of pain devours me as it really does sink and coarse through every cell of my body that Juan did the most unthinkable thing of all, broke our own laws, and killed his own.... Killed mine and my own! For what f*****g reason!!!

A prophecy about a rising wolf? A story? A fable... that hadn't even come to fruition. He thought HE could overpower the fates and take what he wanted, push things in his own way?

It's almost as if the Doctor can feel my questioning, or maybe it's my silent deathly manner as I sit up stock straight and lower my chin to glare hatefully across his shoulder at the Luna beyond. It's not a look for her, but at everything I'm now replaceing out and I can't control it. He betrayed her, just as he betrayed his entire people... my family. He betrayed his own son.

"Sierra was meant to be his answer.... a hybrid witch and wolf. He thought by searching out this white queen and mating her he would be assured the power he longs for. Sierra is a black wolf though, something he overlooked as a small detail, and when their tale did not push them into the path of the story he thought was rightfully his, he took matters into his own hands. The rising of your mother made him insane, and upon return from the wars, the books were scraped free of any hint of a prophecy, forbidding the Shamans from teaching it to the young. He rewrote history to hide it. He pushed all trace of what he did into a coma to silence her for her own treason." His voice is tight, tension hitching, and I can taste his nervousness this time, as he does back away, shuffling out of my way to give me a clear view of the lifeless soul I'm fixated on.

My whole being poised, like I'm on the verge of lashing out and ripping this room to shreds, such is the crazy hate and anger coursing through me, and I clutch the bed viciously to hold myself in check. Torn between mounting fury and heart breaking, crippling devastation. If I could turn, I would already be ripping this facility apart with the intensity of everything I feel inside of me. A storm raging to be set free, yet my heart aches to the point I think it may stop beating, under the force of pressure. An agony incomparable to anything and my entire truth crumbles like ash around the ruins of my own fire.

"He knew Sierra was a mixed breed. He knew he's completely destroyed something decided by the fates. He thinks he has that power? That worth?" I snarl, my voice unrecognizable as this feeds my desire to combust in a tornado of destruction. I never knew I could harbor so much longing to replace one man, hunt him down, and enjoy ripping him limb from limb. Slowly, and painfully.

I can almost taste it; such is the want to have it badly. The blood [**t coursing through me in hot waves as I start to visualize that narcissistic asshole and what I'm going to do to him when he gets within an inch of me. Body bristling and goose bumping, my heart rate rising, and my lungs quickening to accommodate my fast, rapid breath.

"Yes. It was by design that he sought her out and travelled far to replace her. Sweeping her off her feet and mating to her so he could possess her for eternity. He thought he could fulfil and control the prophecy and further his own desire to rule. She was a relatively isolated wolf, naïve, unloved, her own pack rejecting her because of her roots, and she fell straight into the arms of the first real love shown her way. She was known as a witch, and well, you know they're as much a wolf's enemy as the vampires, which made her a cursed and fearful species. She told me she fell madly in love and didn't replace out about his ulterior motive until she had been his for many months, and already bound by the mate bond." The doctor looks towards her, a sad distant glaze to his glassy eyes as he remembers their conversations, and the regret of not believing her when he should.

"So how did she end up here? If she had powers... Witches are strong. You said she tried to stop him, so why couldn't she?" I'm devilishly low toned, controlled, the growl coming through in my voice, leaning to anger to try and avoid the pain inside of me, and I can feel my inner wolf tossing and turning with the frustrating need to be set free. It's sharpening its claws and begging to be uncaged.