As opponents they are not equally matched to Lycans. On their side they have speed, some strength, and can be vicious. I was shocked to find most vamps possess very little in the way of unique gifts like we do, in fact barely any at all. Only their purest, oldest, seem to possess abilities like mine and with their own hierarchy they never come out to use them. Or show face. That means every Vamp we have come up against has been easy to take down with little effort.
I always thought they would pose a bigger threat but maybe they have vast numbers and in a battle between two species, in all our glory, maybe they would be deadlier. Outnumbering us. Once they realized we had counteracted their weapon with our own frequency and stayed within our border to ensure it, they have been less eager to try and invade. It sort of hints at the fact that they know they are the weaker of our two kinds. It makes no sense to me why they still pursue a war.
It’s no wonder they have come to the witches then to try and get a level playing field. Wolf on Vamp sways to our side more than theirs in every scenario, and even with our lesser population, we have been slaying them anytime they try to come at us. No match at all. Now they have witches in their midst though I have no idea what that will do or even means. I know very little about witches and magic, in fact, only what I have seen from Sierra and Colton, and neither are purebreds. They lean heavily to wolf in daily life and only have their gifts as addons, rather than their sole being. I haven’t ever met any real pure witch before.
I stand on the edge of the gravel, facing the dark succulent tree line of our natural wall and spread my hands out, watching the sway of the trees as I move them from right to left softly, and then gently back as I push them out. My gifts are like breathing nowadays and I’m still discovering my limits every day. The absorption side of me is something I never really need to tap into, not when my telekinesis is strong enough to disable most things, push out of my path, or create a short-lived protection bubble around me if needs be. This however is almost therapeutic, manipulating my environment which somehow frees my mind and helps me relax. Watching the waving of the trees under my command helps ease the tension from my shoulders as I make them dance for me in the afternoon breeze. The rustle so subtle and yet calming as it surrounds me and drums out the noises of the village in the near distance.
Colton devised a way to first combat the noise weapon when we first started getting invasions of Vamps and they disabled us when we chased them out. He would cover my ears and block out the sound so I could use my gifts to build an external ball of energy. Then much like a sonic boom I would let rip, exploding outwards and it knocked out every device in a 5-mile radius, thus rendering their weapon useless if I was with my pack, or until they got it running again and we had to repeat. Since the Doc came up with the alter frequency though, even that is used less. The Vampires abandoned their weapon as it was pretty much useless against us, and I know Juan has something similar at the Mountain to deter them there.
I watch as the ripples through the trees and foliage move in satisfying patterns with every turn and twist of my hand, sighing loudly that it’s become this easy, so second nature, and doesn’t thrill me like it did in the beginning of honing my gifts. The downside to having them is the ability to feel other’s emotions, beyond Colton. Whether I want to or not and that too is heightened in the past few months so that I constantly must dampen it down. I hate feeling what anyone near me feels, just from being within ten feet. Unlike when Colton and I share moods, and emotions, it feels more invasive somehow, but it helps me deal with my people. Feeling when they are hurt or sad, or afraid, and I can put them at ease or help in some small way. It’s like being psychic in a way.
“Who knew you would turn out to be this gifted?” The familiar snooty female voice behind me startles out of my absentminded manipulation of the trees and I turn in surprise, bristling slightly to face Carmen as she stands behind me. Hands on her hip as she stares at the forest over my head and seems almost impressed for a moment. I was so engrossed and homed in on what I was doing that I neither felt her nor sensed her, which I guess is not a good thing. I tune in on her and sense her tension, locking my eye on her pale blues as she hesitates and looks away submissively.
I experience a ripple of satisfaction and a small glow of smugness that at least in six months she has learned who not to mess with. The tables are turned and now I am no longer fading in her shadow. I’m a force to reckon with.
“Yup, who knew?” I respond drily, hostility brimming and unsure why she seems to have sought me out. Or if she has just wandered here and accidently bumped into me.
It’s rare I get any time alone, and the front entryway to the house is usually my go to for some head space, as no one but the patrols venture out here normally. The village is out back, sheltered in the homestead shadow, and where all life and soul thrive. I focus my full blank attention on her sharp and pointed but annoyingly pretty face, hoping for intimidation and a huge flashing ‘back off’ vibe. I am in no mood for her, and the bubbling green eyed me is in there trying to slither up and slap her down. Her fair hair shields half her delicate face as she moves her hands to cross over her ample bust on that slender figure and I honestly hate the fact she is attractive as a femme. At least I can see what Colton dated her for.
“Look…. I know you and I have had our ups and downs. I just wanted to say that I won’t cause any problems. I know how things are. You’re mates, it’s done. I’m just another femme from the pack now, and I respect your position as Luna. I’m sorry for everything before. I just want a calmer life and no drama, and I don’t intend to create any.” Carmen lowers her eyes and nods, to show her submission, her posture loosening as though trying to act like she isn’t as stiff and stressed as I can feel, and I frown at her warily. My gut tightening in knots because this is the last wolf on the planet I would ever willingly shake hands with. Well, besides Juan!
“Are you being nice because you’re afraid of what I’ll do if you disrespect me, or because you have actually realized what a bitch you were to me?” Direct and blunt, to match my mood. No attempt at being hospitable when really, she doesn’t deserve it at all. I know I don’t have to be civil to her if I don’t want to be, there are no rules saying a Luna has to love all. She’s staying with my pack, but it doesn’t mean I have to like her, and it’s not like anyone will challenge me on my coldness. She deserves way more than a moody Alora!
“A little bit of both, I guess. I’m not suggesting we become best friends, I’m just saying…. I’m thankful you let me in and didn’t turn us away, and I don’t intend to give you reason to be sent back to the mountain. The past is the past, I’m not proud but you have to understand how heartbroken I was. I’ve had time to let it go.” She turns her face back to me, no hint of deviousness in those pale almond shaped eyes. Her cheeks are naturally rosy as though she’s blushing, or seething inwardly, and yet there’s not a hint of malice or bad feeling coming from her at all. I think she’s being honest.
I don’t want to linger on any of the before, I turn my face away and shrug, indicating I don’t want to dwell on it either or talk it out with her. It was another time, feels like a lifetime ago and I don’t want to revisit old hurts where Colton is concerned. We’re happy now, we’re together, that’s all that matters. She just needs to stay on her own side of the line and leave us on ours.
“So, what motivated it? Weren’t you a sworn stayer in Juan’s army?” I ask bitchily, not sure I like Carmen’s attempts at playing nice when I don’t trust her at all. Not softening in the slightest, even with apologies and oaths to play nice.
“I was always going to follow Colton; I was there that day and saw him defeat his dad. I tried to leave with the pack but my mom, she wouldn’t leave with me, and by the time I tried to convince her my dad showed up and put an end to it. My mom isn’t strong, she lives in his shadow, she’s na?ve and maybe a little too innocent. I couldn’t leave her with him to be ground down and trampled over. You don’t know how he is.” Her clear, almost husky voice cracks a little and I blink her way seeing a tiny chink in the confident armor she wears like a shroud.
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