Awakening Rejected Mate & Following Fate

hind the others, like me, who are to go through the ceremony at the highest point of the full moon. I’m breathless, fighting the nausea and internal shaking of fear, body trembli

ng into the rock face, we are brushing up against and I almost hit the ground with the force, coughing out a whimper of pain. I catch myself, right my body quickly, ignoring the burning pain of grazes, and skip two ste

f the subs, one of the Santo’s, and he hates anything to do with us. Another superior wo

rchy. Reject is the name for all of us, like we don’t have separate iden

’. It’s more of a large plateau than a rock but the sun never seems to lay its light and warmth in this nook of the mountain and yet it gives

there and glowing bright, all the way around the curve of this large platform. Creating a red and amber glow that illuminates the space in what will soon be wall to wall darkness of this still night. The center of the clearing marked out with sym

black eyes as he snarls his contempt. Probably annoyed that they even allow my kind to go through this like everyone else does. Walking pas

and, his third, and his son, Colton. The ceremonial Shaman in full dress is standing with his staff awaiting the

it around my shoulders to conceal my body as best I can, the same as the others and we quickly strip

is all I have to cover my modesty. Not that anyone cares. Nudity among wolves is common and not something they actually stare at or find abnormal. So many turn at the blin

time it’s an issue, is if a mate is being ogled by someone who isn’t hers. Males are territorial, jealous, and aggre

y what is normal among us. I mean aggression, physical hostility and even beating each other is not viewed in quite the same way that human

myself from the cool air. Visibly shaking with nerves, and I glance around me quickly to see equal fear, pale skin, and solemn faces of the others. I’m not the on

awing fear spreading through my veins like ice, my throat dry and itchy with the effort. Holding myself together, I quickly move to the first circle I see as the line in front of me dissipates. Hundreds of eyes on us as they watch and wa

raises his staff. I do as I am told, slide down quickly, and sit cross legged within my blanket on the cold hard, gritty ground beneath me. Trying to ge

, sitting upright sharply and spin my head around to see a wooden cup held ou

ing when we watched from a distance and stupidly

attitude, before staring down at the dark amber liquid contained within, it’s heavy scent of herbs and pe