Chapter 71: Colton: Part 1

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Are you okay, my dear?” Doc’s voice waves at me from what seems like a long distance away, and I realize how, in my head, I’ve drifted into a state of numbness.

We’re still rumbling along this dark makeshift path carved through the dense forest, and I was so zoned out in my mind I completely faded to dark.

My cheeks are damp with the tears that sprung out of me, and I’m staring blankly ahead, in a state of disconnect, like everyone I know suddenly died a horrible death again, and I had to watch.

“I can’t be one of those… those… creatures. They killed everyone in the orphanage,” I say in a soft, pitiful whispering tone, and I can’t bring myself to look at him.

My head is full of confusion, pain, and questions, and I keep picturing Colton’s face, his dimpled smile, those deep, dark, sexy eyes, and what he will think when he finds out…

Meadow, the sub-pack. How will they look at me now? I’m the enemy, and I’ve been among them this whole time.

“Alora. Those beings were not always the bloodthirsty wolf murderers you view them as now. Vampires serve a purpose in the grand scheme of things, and their kind has as much validity as the wolves.

“There are those among them, much like your kind, who are peaceful and land-loving as some wolves are. They don’t even hunt humans and never wanted the battles and wars to happen.

“A feud so ridiculous that history books fail to record it correctly, and no one really knows why the species raged a war against one another in the first place.

“It’s a forgotten cause. You are not a creature, and this does not change who you are inside. You are the same fearless girl sitting before me that you were ten minutes ago.”

I break down and sob, falling forward to cradle my face in my palms and try so desperately to catch my breath, to calm the storm of feelings hitting me hard and twisting me up inside.

It isn’t fair, and why do I get to be saddled with every kind of bullshit the Fates can throw at me? What did I do to deserve any of this?

“They won’t see it that way. Don’t you understand?” I sit up, snapping to face him with fresh tears rolling down my face, dripping from my chin as my heart breaks again, soul ripped wide open.

“The pack can’t ever accept me if they know, and Colton… He’ll be disgusted with what I am. He fought them. He killed them and survived that war, too. He hates them with an unmatched passion.”

That much was apparent when he ripped the head off the one who had me in its clutches and threw it high over the orphanage wall.

I feel nauseous even trying to conjure up how he’s going to react or even how he’s going to look at me.

I can’t bear to pull him into my head and see his face change from that cute boy, cheeky, happy, into something hateful and Deaconlike, seeing me as some crude mash-up of vile parts, disgusted by my existence.

“Dear girl, you said the boy imprinted on you. That means you share the purest kind of love there is, so special, and I’m sure that means he’ll accept it as part of who you are, especially if he takes after Sierra.

“It doesn’t define you. You are that same girl. Besides, he has to figure out he’s half witch, and I know from wolf lore that’s just as bad.

“He might have to get over that with a little more effort than your news.” He shrugs at that as if to point out that Colton will probably have more significant issues.

I shake my head at him. “Why me?” It’s not a question, more like verbal despair, and I sink back against my seat, lifting my head to stare at the ceiling above us and trying so hard to pull myself together.

I sniff back the emotional breakdown to stop crying like a vulnerable idiot.

None of this will help our current situation, and as much as I want to scream and rip that part out of me, I need to put it aside and focus on the now and our bigger issue.

We need protection, and I need to link Colton to get it. I’m scared about how that’s going to go, and I don’t even know if the link will work or that he hasn’t blocked me on his end, too.

I don’t even know what to say to him, especially now with this in the forefront of my mind.

“Maybe because you’re important and being part vampire gives you something that adds to the prophecy. Your Fates always have a reason. Isn’t that what your kind says?

“Maybe there’s a reason, and Colton is half witch. Imagine the tribrids to come from your union. Your children will be three strong species combined if your body allows them to come to fruition.

“That’s simply mind-blowing. I don’t think there’s ever been such a breed.” The tinge of excitement in his voice inevitably pushes that knife he’s stabbing me in the heart with a whole lot deeper.

“There’s going to be no children and no goddamn union! Colton marked another so that part is over!” I snap, alarmingly hostile.

I sit up poker straight to glare at him as that extra searing pain rips through my chest, reminding me of all the reasons I was mad at that asshole in the first place and why I haven’t reached out to him since I left.

Screw you, Colton, you weak-ass daddy’s boy who should have just manned the fuck up and realized this was bigger than us! I was the one, not her. How could you?

I don’t mean it, well, almost not fully, but I’m still devastated that he betrayed our bond—no matter the reason.

Even if it was justified in the grand scheme of things, I don’t think I can ever forgive him for wounding me this way and destroying what should have been a perfect union.

“Oh, dear. Are you quite sure he ma—?”

“Yes, quite sure!” I snap, mimicking his English accent haughtily and cutting him off. He’s riling a very tender and open wound, and it’s doing nothing for my mood.

“Like I wouldn’t know that pain hitting me in the chest and almost killing me that day and what it was.

“Have still not recovered fully and carry that weight constantly like a heavy shroud to remind me I’ll love someone I can never have for eternity?

“I see. So, if he has another, how do you know you can…?” He gestures at his temple, locking eyes on mine, making circular motions, and implying a mind-link.

I roll my eyes. I am exhaling to curb this sudden need to punch things and getting rattier by the second, tension rising, making me stiff and uptight.

“I don’t. I have to hope,” I reply, gritting my teeth, my mood getting sensitive with the current topic of conversation.

I know it’s a genuine concern, given that Colton is the key to us getting out of this and surviving. I’m just scared to try now while everything is so new and raw.

I’m out here, and all of this has smacked me in the face at once.

Add that to the gaping gash of heartbreak he rubbed salt into, and you have one utterly irate girl who isn’t pulling herself together as quickly as her life is unraveling.

“Then maybe you should, you know…” Again, with the rotating finger at his temple.

I huff loudly in exasperation, willing him to stop pushing and give me some ever-loving, goddamn breathing space for a minute.

This is hard for me. I erupt, breaking under pressure—spectacularly.