The Fighters

Dreaming of Leaving

Two months later
I hadn't left the house since we got back from silver-moon. The twins and dad were busy with training so there was no-one to make sure I was even alive.

I was depressed and broken, my wolf hadn't spoken with me after the rejection. I hadn't said anything about the rejection to anyone. And honestly I can't, talking about it would make it too real. I guess I didn't want to face that the one person made for me, was fated to be with me and whose life was supposedly entangled with mine would just drop me like a hot potato for his pretty little Alesia.

Mates are a big deal for wolves. They were more than just someone to spend the rest of your life with. They were everything to you, sort of like the center of your universe, everything revolved around them.
They always came first. You would give them the world and protect them at all costs. They were supposed to be your reason to wake up in the morning and the person you dreamed of at night.

Rejection wasn't common. People had done it before, but the outcome was never pretty. It is believed that mates are handpicked by the moon-goddess herself, she chose which two matched perfectly, whose souls and fates were entwined together, two who would always seek each other out. Rejecting your
mate was turning down a gift from the moon goddess and she wasn't going to take that lightly. She didn't just put coal in your Christmas stockings and call it a day. She did far far worse. She could curse your entire bloodline, or give you eternal damnation or erase your entire existence.
But whatever happened mates were a one time deal.No refunds or returns! Shipped straight from the moon goddess.

Right now, I didn't know what I would do with my self. Lone-wolves were rare. Most wolves went mad or into a killing craze if their mate died. And old folk-tales read that rejection killed you. So in short, no single life in this universe.

"Sugar-pie! I'm home," my dad said from downstairs.

Of course he was somehow an exception, even with my mum being dead, he was still alive. She died when I was just a year old. Dad said it was a rogue attack. I don't really remember much about her.
Dad never talked much about her, as far as I can remember, mum was the unspoken forbidden topic in our house. Aiden and Kayden said he cried a lot after her death, but other than that he didn't go crazy or jump of a cliff or stick a dagger through his heart. He was the best father anyone could ask for. Dad always said that he was normal after mum died because he had us, like little pieces of her left. But, honestly it didn't make sense.

"Sugar-pie? Where are you?" Dad called.

"Coming!" I yelled from upstairs. It was my first time coming down for two months. I probably smelled terrible and with my hair in a ratty bun at the top of my head, my sleepy eyes and my old pajamas with holes at the armpits, I'm pretty sure I looked terrible too.
Descending the stairs, I caught Aiden's raised eyebrow at my chosen attire.

"Look guys, I mean I know I look awesome and everybody totally wants the newest line of holey pjs but this isn't for sale."

But the jokes were taken right out of me when I caught the scent. His scent. A part of me wished he was here to apologize, to say he regretted everything and wanted me back. But that part of me was squashed down as soon as I smelled her. His precious Alesia.

What were they doing here?
I mean you generally don't reject your mate and potentially ruin her life and then dandily walk into her life with your perfect little girlfriend in tow!

I couldn't control my anger, he'd rejected me, possibly even killed my wolf and crushed my chances at happiness.

Marching into the living room, I forgot I stinked and the armpit hole problem. As soon as I could see him, I burst.