Rejected Mate and Following Fate novel Chapter 84

“Maybe we can speed between goal posts?” I point out, meaning from perch to perch where the crows are, we could hyper speed then wait on them to move, and go again. Which is exactly what we do the second we see them land further on and move to go. Racing to the next set of trees in the blink of an eye and the birds move again, in a game of follow me.

“I hope to god this is not some crazy idea and we’re not just following some random flock of ravens who are just trying to get away. I mean we’re kinda just assuming.” Meadow quips in and I giggle out of pure nervousness and frustration and also doubt. Maybe she’s right and were insanely following birds that have nothing to do with this. We just assumed, given Sierra’s text and then their freakish behavior that we should, and who knows, maybe their curiosity has them come to us, but mistrust pushes them to move further away when we get too close.

We hyper speed to the next set of trees that are further into overgrown landscape, light failing us, as they land on and do this four more times, covering a fair bit of distance in the shortest time. They maybe can’t speed like we can, but by air they can cover further ground than a normal human can walk, in a third of the time. So were making progress and we seem to be heading into denser wood and more of a forestry sort of weird space that’s neither green and luscious or sandy and rocky, but somewhere in between. It’s like a drying up, almost dead wood but dense enough to seem like it’s not. Eerie, something haunting about it as shadow’s lengthen across the ground and noises of night creatures start to come out subtly around us. We move fast, ignore the building anxiety that soon it will be pitch black and hope we are heading somewhere less rural, that maybe there’s a house at the end of this trail.

“This place is weird” I point out when we stop again and wait for the birds to move, kicking away dead tumbleweed that’s grazing my ankle and taking note of the terrain that’s way too abundant in plants for the desert like soil beneath us. It’s almost mystical in itself that something seeming so dry and arid can have so much vegetation.

“I get creepy vibes too.” Carmen admits in a low voice, seemingly aware that we’re not alone out here in the wilderness as multiple eyes start to shine from distant brush. Large and small animals taking note of our alien presence and peeking because they can obviously tell we’re not just wandering human. Animals tend to avoid the scent of wolves at a very large distance in this outer world.

We move again as soon as the birds settle once more, this stop and start game that’s becoming tiring the farther we plod on. We have come off the path a few trees back and now seem to be wading through wasteland of some sort with no sign of houses, manmade light, or roads in the front where we’re heading. Just dead trees blocking our view and lots of rocks for as far as the eye can see.

“I’ve got no signal on the cell either.” Carmen sighs, aggravated, and hands Meadow back her cell she had brought from the truck. “So, we can’t even check with Sierra if we’re heading the right way.” She adds with a furrowed brow and a stern expression making my last traces of hope fizzle out, like being drained of the last ounces of energy.

“God dammit” Meadows chirps in and slides it into her pocket after checking for herself. Muttering under her breath about cursed witches and damned nightfall, which only serves to make my hackles rise and my skin goosebump all over as the sun edge further down towards the horizon and the air turns cooler for lack of it.

I look up at the sky at the last dregs of fading light and back at the birds and really start to wonder at the likelihood of vampires being out here in this nothing space by chance if darkness comes fully before we get anywhere. It’s looking likely and even though we have nocturnal vision, I would rather have found a safe haven before they can come lurking out from their holes and crevices to walk the world. I know with my gifts it’s harder for vampires to really take us down and I know Meadow can hold her own, possibly Carmen too, although I haven’t witnessed it yet, I would rather not have to fight and battle for survival if we don’t have to.

Three more tree stops, and we can’t see the truck behind us anymore at all as its so far away and obscured by the trees and rocks we have passed. This seems to be taking us much further than any location Sierra sent and I’m starting to wonder if this is even right. My gut telling me that we shouldn’t be so trusting, and maybe we shouldn’t keep trying to push forward without an end in sight.

“We should turn back. I don’t like this, and I don’t see an end to where we’re going.” It’s Meadow, verbalizing my exact thoughts, sounding pensive, looking overly alert, and I guess she too is feeling it. Picking up on the empty air, the cold aura of this place, and the suspicion of foreign eyes watching us from all angles. It’s hard to defend when out in the open like this and we have no tactical advantage, especially with only three of us. I turn to her with a stiff expression, my stomach sinking at the thought of coming this far only to now give in. I know it’s what I wanted, what my instincts are screaming at me, but my heart is telling me it’s not the right thing to do. I want Colton home, sooner, not later, and waiting another night seems like an endless eternity. I open my mouth to try and talk this out and am rendered mute as a stranger’s husky brogue echoes around us clearly.

“Well, that would be a shame, seeing as you only just got here.” A female voice startles us from somewhere to the left, sounding almost smug, definitely confident, and so clear and loud it rings through as if spoken right at our ears. We can’t see anyone at all, and we all turn instinctually, claws ripping out and teeth baring as we crowd together back-to-back to make one fierce bubble of wolf aggression. Leaning down, poised and ready to turn as eyes glow with intention and every red alert signal explodes inside my body.

“Who are you? Who said that?” I call out harshly, my voice laced with a growl as my heart hammers through my chest like a ward rum and a rustle of some nearby bushes alerts us to a dark figure slowly walking into the clearing. We three seem to shift into an almost crawl pose, so ready to fight and take down our intruder, hackles rising, blood pumping and unified in both awareness, alert aggression, and yet heavy wariness.

She steps into view, although shrouded in shadow but I can still make out that she’s wearing a long black cloak, hood up which is oversized and seems to frame her head in a sinister way. Her entire face and body is concealed in both fabric and shadow and she stops just within vision to look at us from her bold position, no hint of fear at all. The largest of the ravens flies over and lands on her outstretched hand which appears when it gets close, showing a smooth almost youthful skin as it appears from under dark cloth and a slender wrist adorned with bangles and vintage jewelry. In the darkness her skin is so pale it almost glows like a beacon and we gawp at her in both apprehension and surprise. I figure we all had ideas on what a three-thousand-year-old witch would look like and so far this isn’t it.

“Why, aren’t the lass you’ve been looking for? So why are you planning on toddling away?” her accent is thick, sing songy, and foreign. I guess Scottish, if that’s where Sierra said she was from. It sounds a little rustic, yet warm and she has a pleasing voice to listen to that pulls you in and intrigues. No hint of any kind of American twang at all and yet she peaks clearly in an almost teasing and clear way.

“Are you Leyanne Cruden?” Meadow queries, even though we both know this can’t be anyone else. Lurking out here with these birds, wearing a stereotypical witch’s cloak and showing face as the moon hits its highest point. She’s definitely spooky and my nerves twang so tight I reckon it won’t take much to snap them fully.

“Depends who’s asking? Depends on what they want?” she laughs, a low almost husky and seductive sound, like rolling waves, that echoes around us eerily and the hint of bold confidence and lack of fear completely unnerves me. She doesn’t seem to care that three highly aggressive wolves are homed in defense and she is the target.

“I’m Alora Santo, Sierra Santo sent us to find you because we need your help.” I relax my stance and turn my claws and teeth away, nudging Meadow and Carmen to do the same in a show that we’re not here to harm her. Only Carmen obeys with a sigh and straightens up beside me, while Meds stays in protector mode, sticking to me like glue. I can feel the vibrations from her as she growls under her breath and refuses to relent.

“I know…… there’s not much that goes on around here that I don’t know about. My birds have very good ears. So, welcome, Miss Alora Santo.” She smiles, showing whitest teeth in the hints of her pale face, just barely visible from the shade of her hood and yet it still makes my unsure of her. Every cell in my body is in alert still, stiff and bristled all over because something in me doesn’t want to trust this stranger yet.