Rejected; Stalked by Second Mate

Lost

Revenna's POV

Freya ran into the forest that was beside the pack house. We ran past trees and boulders, flowers and night-critters, we snapped twigs and crushed leaves with our paws. We heard the sound of music succumbing to the sounds of the night.

We ran for what seemed like miles and miles until we came to the stream near the waterfall. But Freya didn't stop. She jumped into the stream and pushed harder, following the water all the way to the edge. I could feel her accelerating, hear the splash as her paws break the water's surface, feel the wetness of the water soaking through the fur of her paws and legs, until finally, she leaped over the edge.

It feels like we're flying instead of falling. Everything slowed down again. But this time it was peaceful. There were fireflies around us, trying to escape the sudden invasion of their peaceful flight.

I could feel the wind coarsing through the raven black hairs of Freya's coat. I could feel the soft water droplets on her fur dissipate. I could feel her breath swelling up our lungs before escaping again and her heartbeat thundering in our chest.

The blissful moment doesn't last very long, and Freya braces for the impact by drawing her paws close to her body, and elongating her neck and snout for a proper dive. She takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes.

I open my eyes and find that I am surrounded by darkness. My vision isn't as clear as Freya's. I shifted back just after we broke the surface. I stay underwater for a few seconds longer, enjoying the peace it brings. I close my eyes again and move my arms and legs to feel the water all around me. I swam deeper and deeper until I felt the rocks at the bottom of the lake.

I had to quickly swim back up to the surface and heaved and panted after staying under so long. The water was crisp and refreshing. I smoothed my hair back out of my face with both hands and bobbed in place while filling my lungs with air. I start drifting around aimlessly in the lake with portions of my naked body submerged, and others not.

'Freya?' I reached out to my wolf.

'What.' Was her curt response. Wow, someone's nippy.

'It will be alright, I hope at least.' I honestly don't know what to say to her. I feel hopeless. I feel abandoned. I feel like I'm not enough. I know he's my friend, and I know he's gay, but Goddess, he must know that we were made mates for a reason?

I slightly lift my gaze to look up at the crescent moon. Why, Moon Goddess? Why would you do something like this? I pleaded with her. Obviously, receiving no response.

'Rev, I can't believe you were able to say that to him. Worst of all, I can't believe he just did that out of the blue!' Finally she's talking, even though it sounds more like whining, but I'll take it.

'It was kind of strange, right?'

Now that I'm thinking about it, he wouldn't have done something like that before we had a chance to talk about it properly first. Maybe he was too overwhelmed in the moment? He had hoped to find his other half but was stuck with me instead?

Silent tears poured from my eyes, sliding from the corners of my eyes into the water as I drifted around. The adrenaline rush was over, now came the pain and sadness of being rejected by your mate. The person made for you. The person who is supposed to be the love of your life. He has had my heart for many years, but who'd have thought he would be able to rip it into tiny pieces with one sentence? It happened in under a minute, and now I feel lost.

I lost my best friend. I lost our bond. I lost my mate. I always lose.

After a while of feeling sorry for myself, I flipped over in the water and swam to the edge of the lake. My eyes slightly widen and turn completely white, as I chant the words "Haut et dehors" (up and out).

I started spinning around slowly as the water enclosed my body, spinning with me and hoisting my up into the air. It takes me over the edge of the lake and places me near the ground. The water creeps back to the lake as my feet touch the ground and I steady myself.

"Se sécher et s'habiller." (dry off and dress) is the next thing I chant. A gust of wind swirls around me and dries me off from head to toe, and I am dressed. Barely.

'Very funny Freya.' I say to my wolf, as I look down at what I'm wearing. She interrupted my focus and now I'm wearing one of Dylan's famous Jeep t-shirts. The olivegreen one, that he always gave me to sleep in, because he liked the color on me.

'You weren't specific.' She claps back at me.

It smells so nice. Sandalwood. I close my eyes and inhale sharply to lose myself in the scent momentarily.

FLASHBACK

"Hey, Rev. You can't sleep in that." I hear Dylan whisper in my ear.

I open my eyes and stare directly into his. His face is so close to mine. I could kiss him, but I'm afraid. Goddess, he is glorious

I push myself up slightly. I fell asleep watching TV with him and I started cuddling him! Well, it doesn't seem like he's bothered. I'm still wearing my sunflower dress, and my hair is all over the place.

He stood up and got his favorite (and my favorite) olive green Jeep shirt.

"Put this on, you'll be much more comfortable and you'll sleep better." He handed me the shirt and sat down on the bed, waiting for me to head to the bathroom to get dressed.

I dragged myself out of bed, and later returned with only the shirt on, which barely covered what it was supposed to. Dylan was laying in bed with the covers open, waiting for me to return.

Maybe this is our time?

I got in bed next to him, but all he did was pull the covers up, fold him arms around me and say, "I like this color on you. It's beautiful."

END OF FLASHBACK

"Monnaie." (change). I changed into a pair of black denim shorts, with a white tank top, and some sneakers. My eyes turn back to their regular tawny brown color, and I exhale, thankful for the silence of the forest. Focus. Don't think, just focus.

I enjoy being able to explore my witch side. No one in the pack knows that I'm a hybrid, except my mom (who is also one), and Dylan. Not even Alpha Caleb knows, because he would try to use me in some way. He took over the pack at a young age, and is just a big fat jerk. I think he killed his father for the position. Maybe he's such a sour-puss because he hasn't found his mate and Luna yet. Serves him right to wait.

I can't do much magic in the pack house, because there's too many people and everyone has super hearing so I can't even do magic secretly.

My mother and I usually snuck away so she can teach me. This part of the forest has a cloaking barrier. Non-witches can see us, but they can't see that we're using magic. Instead, it looks like we're training, so we won't get caught. It gives us time to act like we're training as they approach.

This is my escape. It's always so quiet and peaceful here. Like no one knows about this part of the forest.

I didn't come here very often after my father died. Mom got depressed and didn't want to be around wolves anymore, so she moved to one of the human towns. It's lonely sometimes, but I've always had Dylan who loved watching me do magic, so it didn't bother me as much.

Now it bothers me.

'Let's go see mom, Freya.'