Get up Sierra…. Get the fuck up!! You owe me this truth yourself, from your own mouth!
It’s anger at her, but it’s born of fear, churning up to douse the inferno of molten rage. That all of this is too much and bigger than me. I don’t want this burden of weight or this story to be mine. I want to go back to the mountain, to the home, to disappear back into the shadows and be a girl that no one noticed again. I was safe and ignorant, and it didn’t hurt like this. It wasn’t some precipice of danger and had me teetering on the edge and looking down into the abyss, knowing I’m never going to be safe or okay ever again. It’s all too much and I’m only a child. Eighteen, barely grown. I don’t want this!!
“No, my dear… Colton will carry the gifts of his mother too, our research has proven time and again that hybrids have a mixture, every time… just like you. His non wolf side is in there but bound up tight. And you, you are not capable of harnessing your full potential if she has bound you. The gifts are maybe strong enough to peek at times, but she was a capable witch. I don’t doubt her spells serve the purpose she intended. Her spells brought her a child when her body kept failing to carry Juan’s seed. If she can overcome that… then she can bind a child in protection until she’s ready to release you.” He almost whispers it, such is his fear of me, of being heard telling me, of these people, of Juan, and I glance his way to find him almost pressed into the corner and watching me in wide eyed apprehension. He too knows that there is no coming back from this now that he’s opened Pandora’s box.
“Then how do I get her to do that if she’s over there sleeping her life away?” I fix him with a stare, sniffing back watery tears I hadn’t noticed were pouring down my cheeks, my heart numbing out and my mind moving into a state of shock once more. Calming me but making that sense of hopelessness grow.
“I don’t know. This facility has a guard count of nineteen, and even though none of you can use your gifts within, I’m sure you will be no match to nineteen strong men…. Armed ones, even if you are somewhat terrifying when mad.” It’s a half nervous laugh, as he tries to lighten the tension, that dies on his lips as I continue to stare at him and lower my hands from the glass as I try to pull my breathing to something less erratic and self soothe, wiping my face with the back of my hands to pull myself together.
“You need to let me out…. I need to go find that son of a bitch and show him what my mother failed to… You don’t mess with my family!! I can’t stay here. I can’t be here when he comes now.” I snarl again, a spike of returning anger, knowing my emotions are clouding my judgement, and all over the place, but I don’t care. I was just told that everything I was led to believe, my entire childhood, was a lie and that my bloodline was never diluted and weak… my mother was a prophesized warrior destined to lead her people. And Juan murdered her.
He killed all of them. Every single person I loved, cared for, and knew as my pack. A clan of Whyte wolves. To silence us.
That sniveling slimy power mad freak slayed them all, and he’s going to rue the day he chose to leave me alive. Now it all makes sense though… why I was thrown with the other orphans and shunned as a whole. That was our punishment for him being unable to get at me in the way he wanted. That was how he figured he could keep me down and separate from the people, so I would never have any chance of rising and leading them against him. And if I did, he could put it down to my being hateful, and holding a grudge for ten years as an outcast, and nothing more than an impures taste for revenge at her own failings. So clever.
He made sure I was alone and didn’t care if he smeared a whole bunch of innocents in the process. None of the rejects deserved to be thrown out there with me, they were just a cover to enhance and make his lies stronger. Convincing the packs that our fallen heroes were cursed blood, to further conceal his actions against my people. No one was going to ask questions or defend us if their own alpha was telling them that we were the failed diluted lineage of weak wolves. He’s deluded, and cruel, and so consumed with his own need to rule that we were all pawns and had no real value. He’s no alpha. He doesn’t care about the people and he never did. He just wants to rule them in whatever way he can.
It must have completely enraged him to near madness when the fates imprinted me on his son, despite all his measures and precautions of his multi-level plan, and it’s all falling into place. He knew Colton wasn’t loaded with a useless Luna… he was afraid that in a position of being absorbed into the pack and as future Luna to my alpha mate I would still find a way to rise and dethrone everything he’s worked for. Juan was afraid that much like my mother, I would outshine him, and tear his own power from under his feet, with very little effort at all.
Colton was my way in, and he did what he does to that boy to stop him from ever finding his own strength. He manipulated him emotionally, he used Colton’s devotion, loyalty to his father, and his own compassion and love for his people’s needs to get in his head. The fact he tore his mother away from him has always kept him to heel and lingers in the back of Colton’s mind always. He was afraid I would leave our people alone like she did, leave him alone when he still needed me. He was afraid I wouldn’t be strong enough, that he wouldn’t be able to keep me safe, like he wasn’t able to keep his mom safe, and he couldn’t accept the fates decision.
Colton was protecting me, believing the lies and the manipulation same as everyone else and seeing no other way. He’s young, unsure about his own worth and power, and he listened to someone that’s meant to guide him for the best. His faith in his father’s intentions are not a flaw, just naivety that comes from a good soul. His father has been playing him since the day he was born, and his mother had to conceal who he really was for fear his natural gifts would make him the target of his father’s power hunger.
My heart breaks at how angry I’ve been at him when seeing it from this angle makes so much sense. Colton is nothing like his father, and what he doesn’t know is his father has no intention of ever relinquishing his position to his son until death takes him.
I’m going to be the last thing Juan sees, no matter what it does to me in the process. I’ll get out of here and
I will level the balance. I’ll kill that son of a bitch… even if Colton tries to stop me, because his own heart won’t be able to let someone destroy his father, no matter what he did. I’m going to rip that mountain apart and shred any single wolf who knew or had a part in the demise of my bloodline. Even if Colton never forgives me.
“Dear girl, calm down and be smart about this. Your fates wouldn’t have brought you here to just leave again and go start a one-woman war. You came for Sierra….” The doctors words die on his lips as the beep of the elevator interrupts and he flashes a look that way, panic overtaking his expression as he jumps up and shoos me away from the glass at a pretty impressive speed for a human. It’s so rapid he makes me jump bac from the wall in reaction.
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