Rejected Mate and Following Fate novel Chapter 91

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.