“He’s not responding anymore.” I point out, distress rising in my throat, and I watch as she moves as far to the edge of the trees as she dares. Her face stiff, her eyes wild and dampening by the second as hysteria rises in her and points ahead suddenly with a shaking finger.
“I think I can see them in the woods….. moving fast but the fog it’s with them, all around them.”
I move beside her, my heart lurching into my throat and stare as far as I can see into the woods and strain to distinguish in the dim light of dawn. The woods are dense but she’s right and I spot dark shadows in semi wolf form hammering this way like lightning and sigh with relief. Exhaling heavily as my body loosens lightly and I almost laugh as emotions swirl and cave in indescribable joy.
“Maybe the fog stops the gifts, like the frequency does?” I point out and Meadow shakes her head and points out into the shadows.
“I could have sworn some are turned and in wolf form so surely that means their gifts are fine. We need to get closer to the boundary, something is stopping them from getting closer, it’s been too long…. look, they haven’t come nearer.” I stop my inward rejoicing and turn and look where she’s gazing to see for myself that she’s right. Despite being close enough to leap home in under a second, they aren’t appearing beyond the rune border but instead seem to be lingering on the other side of it. I move beside her and nudge her.
“We don’t need to. Here.” I lift my hands, flattening them palm to palm and point forwards as though slicing into the forest and slowly move them apart, splitting the trees and pushing foliage and branches back with my gift. Clearing a passage of sight so we can view all the way to the border of the boundary. A tunnel of unrestricted vision where I can see the fog has met the border and seems to be rolling up into the invisible protective wall and climbing higher to get past it. It’s smothering all beyond in a dense haze which makes it hard to really see anything.
Sierra’s family magic is keeping it back but it’s completely clouding our wolves from sight with the thick fog, and we can’t see any of them coming our way.
“Why aren’t they coming?” I ask numbly, fear slowly dwindling around me once more and I know if Colton could link me, he would. He isn’t able to. We have a break in communication because whatever that stuff is it’s doing something to keep them out there.
“I have to go look; I can’t leave them out there in this with no contact.” Meadow’s voice breaks, her tears becoming evident as she loses the will to hold them in anymore, her own emotions stifling me. Her love for her mate and her pack reigning supreme and I can’t argue with her. My need-to-know Colton and my pack are okay overwhelms me too, and I walk past her, against Colton’s wishes, and head to the tunnel I am still holding apart. Meadow follows without question, without hesitation, both holding our breath in anticipation and we carefully, slowly, walk the long distance until we come almost level with the smog.
“Look” Meadow points up and we see from this angle how it’s risen more than thirty feet up, still blocked by our protective barrier and doesn’t seem to be able to climb any higher. Instead, it’s travelling the entire perimeter of the boundary, spreading, and looking back I see it’s far behind the other side of the homestead at an equal distance. Surrounding us on all sides and leveling itself off, but it can’t pass the rune border and it’s still too dense to make out the pack out there among the trees.
For the time being, we’re cut off, with no links, no visual and I stand here motionless unsure what we are meant to do.
The Fog
“COLTON! COLTON! …..” I yell in the hopes of him hearing me and being close enough to respond, but there’s nothing but deathly silence in the eeriness of this green mist. It seems like even the wind around us is captured on the other side of the boundary and we are left standing in an airless stillness that isn’t natural. My body shudders involuntarily and I cover my arms with my own palms to comfort the sudden pang of vulnerable that courses through my body. My heart screeching that this is all kinds of wrong.
“What’s that, look, there.” Meadow points thorough to a slightly less dense patch to our right and we catch sight of a huge dark figure moving across our horizon, getting close to the rune border, and yet not coming further. It’s almost like they hesitate as they reach the line from fog to clearing.
“Who’s there…. who is it?” I call out boldly, feeling nothing of vampires and sensing only wolves nearby. I can feel the presence of my love, somewhere beyond that line, yet he can’t seem to interact with me at all.
“Why aren’t they answering us?” Meadow steps forward to gaze intently into the wall of emerald smog but she can’t see through as it still billows and bombards our magical resistance with an effort to get at us. It’s like watching the clouds roll in a thunderstorm and if it wasn’t so terrifying, it would be almost mesmerizing.
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