Rejected Mate and Following Fate

I pick at my tray of food in the mess hall, pushing my salad around, completely distracted. Counting down the minutes before I can head upstairs, already on edge, unable to think about anything else despite telling myself I'm only making it worse. My nerves are already shot.

Meadow is keeping her distance, sat down the far end of the long table because she knows she won't be able to hold it in if we sit close. She isn't really doing a great job of acting natural either and I can almost taste her tension waving this way. I catch her eyes on me a couple of times, but she looks away quickly, as though we've had some sort of lover's tiff and I wish she would stop before someone picks up on it. I think she's the reason I'm on such high alert because she's adding to my stress levels.

The rest of the sub pack are dotted around me, although still grouped in an obvious unit. I'm stuck between the twins, who decided they were flanking me in here today and they are arguing about who got more coleslaw with their potato jackets while reaching over me in a bid to steal one another's food. Radar watching them silently across the table, like an amused parent who is not inclined to intervene, until I can't take it anymore.

"Here. Just take mine okay. I'm not hungry and you're making me crazy." It's a despairing snap as I push my tray at Remi on my left and skid my chair back to escape this nonsense. Not really caring if all eyes turn to quiet little me in surprise, because they're behaving like a couple of toddlers.

They behave like this at every mealtime, but I'm on edge and tetchy, and my nerves are pulled taut with the knowledge I have to get going soon if I'm going to be ready by dusk. I have so much going on in my head, my heart is in eternal conflict, and I just need time out.

I stand up, ignoring the enquiring glances but no one questions, probably guessing I finally got as fed up with them bickering, as everyone else, as they do it almost daily. Everyone has been feeling the strain of late, with more trucks arriving this afternoon, more prisoners carried in from around the mountain, so I can be forgiven for the random outburst at the two most irritating of this sub pack. They may be older than me physically, but it's obvious the twins are the two most juvenile among us.

The mess hall is full of Santos chowing down at this hour before they get called out to assemble for evening chores and duties. Patrols get pulled out on the main field an hour before dusk so that gives me a window of opportunity. To pack, get out, and move before the first patrol starts walking the perimeter. We have a rest and refresh hour in our rooms after meals, and for me that signals the last time I carry out my normal routine I have fallen into the past few days. It's my window of opportunity.

I'm supposed to help with the cleaning crews every day after our evening meal and tonight I'm in the laundry hall for the first time ever, as they like to rotate duties. It says so on the checklist I got given a few days back, but as I've never been in there before, I doubt I'll be missed.

"I'm going to get changed and freshen up before chores begin." I say it to no one in particular, trying to act natural and weirdly, Jesus, is the one to reply. Eyeing me up in that odd paternal way he has become accustomed to doing lately.

been looking pale these past few days." It's more of a stern command, than a suggestion. Blinking at him, unsure if I heard him right, I throw a subtle smile his way. Confused, but appreciative of the unexpected care. He does sound like

right. You look tired and eating well is part of fixing that. Here, sit, we'll behave." It's Remi this time, pushing my plate back at me, and as I glance from him to Domi who is nodding in agreement, both equally apologetically, guilty, and it hits me so hard it makes me choke up. There's no malice or deviousness in their expressions. They

accepted me as part of the sub pack, while I wasn't even paying attention. This is pack care; this is how it's meant to be.

them, its natural behavior and they don't know how overwhelming it is or how absent from my life it's been. No one cared if I skipped meals

to shreds at the realization I have a chance of a real pack family with these people, and I'm leaving them behind. It's hard to swallow, words sticking like glue in my throat, and my face aches with the effort of keeping my expression

Panic starting to set in that we might have some sort of meeting I have to show

it for him, all eyes on me, standing awkwardly, poised, and I hesitate. Struggling to think up an instant refusal, while dying inside that I'm literally being asked to initiate, to bond, and I can't.

my feeble excuse out, hoping they

he isn't." Remi, adding more weight to my already trodden down soul which is about to snap under all this pressure. I can't formulate a

first time down in laundry. We all know how tough that shift is, stuck down in the

see how I feel after that. I hear it's pretty exhausting and I might be wiped out after. Don't want to ruin your viewing with my snores." I make light of it,

it is, we'll be there after nine." Domi, too now, and I honestly feel like this is some

a fast exit, saying it as I make a turn and head away, so I don't get sidetracked with anymore conversation or unexpected invitations. Hoping not to get caught in another offer I can hardly refuse and I'm so busy looking back, smiling at them guiltily,

yelp out in response, winded momentarily, and inhale sharply, catching my breath in my throat when I realize who's standing a foot back from me now and looking equally surprised. That swoon worthy cute boy face, dark sultry

looking up at the sky and screaming WHY??? Someone up there is really testing me now I know what I'm doing, and I can't deal with this on top of everything else. Heart beat a hundred times faster, palms clammy, and legs weak,