Thank you all for your feedback and votes; they really do help me move on with the story. The complaints that some have are noted as well but then again, the very purpose of story writing is to build a world that the author is happy with and I'm happy with this one, dreadlocks or no. Thank you, again. Now to move on to Ch. 3.
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Valery ran as fast as her short legs and sandals could let her, she burst through the doors leading outside from the office and ran into the parking lot, tears streaming down her face. She had faced rejection before, most of it at the hands of her Were brethren but something about this one had pierced her so deeply, it was all she could do to get away before she instinctively bent over in pain and cried herself into a mess. She raced towards her jeep through the barely lit expanse in the dark but realized a little too late that she had left her purse back on the chair in his office.
"Goddammit," she cursed in frustration, unable to even think of the anguish and humiliation that would involve her going back to get it. A few more drops slid down her face and she struggled with her beast as it tried to exert control and take over her form. Thoughts were rushing through her head and she could barely think clearly even as she considered that there was no way she could simply just walk to wherever she wanted to go. Valery pounded against the car and barely noticed the dent caused by her assault as she finally gave all control over to the animal that had been clawing at her in its agony, trying to take over and tore out of the parking lot in wolf form, letting a sorrowful howl fill the air.
The animal raced towards the Wyle Pack woods, her first instinct to get away and go back to a place that was safe. Valery had thought letting the wolf take over would numb the pain that had wracked through her body, affecting her almost physically but she was wrong. In wolf form, she felt all the grief and rage of a wounded beast, with every single snarl and successive whimper of sorrow the wolf gave.
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He doesn't want us!
'
The thought tore through her again and again as she realized that the one person fated to love her, the one man chosen for her did not want her. She remembered the brilliance of his eyes distorted by the disgust he put out as he called her a dog, angered by the thought that she wanted him. It was too much for her and she tried to recoil from the pain but it overwhelmed her, impaling her from every angle until she screamed in agony and the wolf stopped running to let out a pain filled howl so heart-rending she felt her pain intensify even more.
Was the animal feeling the same loss she felt at Vincent rejecting her so harshly? Did the wolf understand what it all meant or was it the loss of the chance to mate that hurt the beast?
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We are his but he has discarded us,
' the thought rang through her head.
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No, no, perhaps he doesn't understand what it truly means...perhaps he-
'
'
He thinks us beneath him! He has rejected us!'
the thought cut her off.
She tried to think through the haze of pain in her mind but felt more emotions piercing through her; anger, despair and loneliness all raged through her mind as she tried to fight them.
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We should force a mating on him! He is ours!
'
'
What?! No! No, that's not right...you can't do that, you can't!
'
She fought through the haze of emotions even as she felt her consciousness start to slip. Her control over the wolf had diminished and it seemed to want to violate their pact, considering doing something as impractical as forcing a mating with a vampire. Valery panicked as she felt the vestiges of insanity begin to crawl into her thoughts and she tried to wrest control back from the wolf in futility. She couldn't shift back to her human form and the wolf walked in circles, growling and snarling as it completely overwhelmed her senses, something dark and empty starting to engulf her, slowly corrupting her and overwhelming every emotion she felt at the moment.
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No, NO!
' she tried to scream, still trying to take back control of her form but she didn't shift back. '
Please, please don't!
' she sobbed in desperation before she lost all awareness.
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"Why would you let her do that?!" Richard almost roared, trying to hold back his anger and fear as the possibilities of the situation hit him and he weighed the danger of them all.
"Why are you so upset? It's what she wanted and I saw no harm in it," Lyn retorted, her tone showing some exasperation with him.
He ignored it and they both continued walking in silence for a few paces as he considered how best he could explain his concerns to his mate. She was his life and he had created a family he deeply loved with her, a family that included Valery as well. Lyn was as wonderful a mate as he'd ever dreamed of but she was far too stubborn for his liking some times, disregarding his opinions on some matters whenever she got an idea. This was like the time she'd decided to go after her brother during a particularly difficult time in his life when he'd almost turned rogue. Richard sighed and raked a hand through his already messy hair.
"Lyn, this is a vampire we're talking about, a very old one from the sounds of it and he..." he paused in frustration as he searched for his next words. "He could destroy her. She would be nothing to him!"
"So what now, are you also getting the urge to rip my head off too?"
Richard stopped in shock, turning around to look at his mate with widened eyes that quickly went back to their normal size when he took in her expression. Relief flooded his system as he realized she didn't actually mean what she'd said and indignation started taking its place.
"As upset as you are with me now, the idea of harming me can't even occur to you," she said, eyes narrowed as she stepped towards him and reached up to cup his cheek. "He's her mate, baby, he will not harm her, at least not physically."
Richard looked into the depths of her brown eyes and felt his agitation ease a little bit. He took hold of the hand on his cheek and kissed her palm, closing his eyes for a second to enjoy her scent up close.
"Ok, so even if I assume that he won't injure her, what about if he rejects her? You've read the reports as well as I, the few vampires mated to wolves were less than thrilled with the idea at first. What if he rejects her, Lyn, she will not know how to deal with her Were instincts then."
"I don't think that would last, baby. He will accept the mating eventually, they all do."
Richard sighed in resignation at her immovable and optimistic view, linking his fingers with hers as he began to walk again. He'd originally headed for Valery's cabin when he'd scented his mate and sought her out to ask how it had gone between Valery and the vampire. Hindsight was a strange thing as he realized that his hopes at the time that both Lyn and Annet would hang around her until they were sure no danger would come to her, were stupid. Lyn strongly believed in private matings and Valery hated being mothered, between the two of them, there was no way his expectations would have been met.
He'd moved quickly after that realization struck him, unsettled and wanting to know whether Valery was ok. The tension between Lyn and him had increased gradually, leading to their little argument. Valery's cabin was near and she hadn't been picking up her phone earlier, worsening his worry. He quickened the pace as the trees parted and he entered the clearing, only to stop short in disappointment, his fear rising steadily.
"She's not home," he said dully as he took in the dark windows. "What if she-"
"What if she's back at his place completing the mating?" Lyn cut him off, her tone insistent but he could feel her sudden worry as well, through their mate bond.
"She would have called, Lyn," he said as he headed towards the house, wondering what to do then.
It was nearing 11pm and there was no word from Valery and he felt his wolf rear up within him as his protective instincts surged.
"We'll have to get a tracking tea-"
Richard was cut off mid-sentence as he picked up footsteps in the forest surrounding them, his Beta instincts kicking in but his eyes, as well as they could see in the dark, barely picked up anything. He quickly maneuvered himself in front of Lyn, who in turn grunted in protest as she took up a defensive stance, ready to shift if necessary.
The footsteps got louder and Richard caught a whiff of blood as he let out a low growl. Whatever this was, he was not going to like it and his feral instincts were in high gear given the frustration he'd been feeling. He was ready for a fight. He slowly advanced towards the source of the footsteps, sniffing as he went along only to stop in surprise, relief and then confusion flowing through him.