The thing about my mom is, she doesn't have a humorous bone in her body. If she says she's turning someone into a snake, then that is exactly what's happening.
"Oh mom, please don't do that." I wasn't overly concerned with what happened to Jason, I just didn't want my mom getting involved in my problems, especially when she didn't have to. I was more than capable of handling him myself. She also mentions turning him into a snake but nothing about for how long and left up to her, she would leave him like that indefinitely.
"You hurt my baby, you get turned into a snake." The look in her eyes told me she didn't think turning him into a snake was punishment enough, and that scared me. "He's lucky I didn't send him to the shadow realm."
My eyes widened in terror. My next words lodged themselves in my throat causing me to cough and splutter as I try to force air into my lungs. My mom came around the island and hugged me while rubbing circles on my back.
"Are you alright sweetie?"
The shadow, mirror, or the witches' realm was a place that both existed and didn't. Every witch had a connection to it but only the most powerful of our kind would dare to enter such a place. The realm was whatever a witch wanted it to be. A prison, a place to practice magic, a gateway to another destination, or simply a place to meditate. The problem was that once conjured or spell cast while in the shadow realm, it couldn't be undone. Everything becomes a part of the realm, so an inexperienced witch could go there and open a door and get trapped in a different era or find themselves trapped in a mirror. It all depends on the witch or warlock that cast the spell and what it was used for. Young witches and warlocks who didn't know how to navigate the realm were not advised to enter let alone a werewolf. Mom was among the highest caliber of witches. She wouldn't let Jason wander into another witch's spell. She was however powerful and angry enough to conjure up his worst hellish nightmares and cast him into them and since time didn't exist in the mirror realm, he could be in there for a hundred years when in actuality it's only been a day. I can't condone that. "Yes," I manage to whiz out of her embrace. "Mom please!" I pleaded, looking up into her concerned eyes. "I promise you I'm not hurt or upset, so there's no need to do anything to Jason. Lease of all sends him to the mirror realm. He'll never survive that and I don't want that on my conscience, I am sure you don't either."
Her only response to my heartfelt speech was a simple shrug. She is so frustrating to deal with at times. Jason is just a seventeen-year-old boy. He was a moron by genetics who hardly deserves what she was threatening to do. "Mom, I'm fine, I swear, no need for anything rash."
She started pulling from my hold but I held onto her. "Please" I pleaded with her again, "Please don't."
"Why the hell not? He's supposed to love you forever, not hurt you. He's supposed to take care of you, not embarrass you." Her eyes welled up with tears and I knew she was thinking about my dad. I think my rejection hurt her more so than it did me. This was the second time in my entire life that I'd ever seen tears in my mom's eyes. The first being when my dad died, they seemed out of place. That made me want to kick Jason Reed where it hurts the most. Yet I still couldn't let her send him to the mirror realm.
"Mom, please don't cry for me, no one's ever going to be like Dad and that's okay, Dad was dad. Plus I kind of figured when we left the pack that if my mate was a part of the pack this was liable to happen". I wasn't surprised when it did. "I'm not hurt, maybe a little embarrassed but mostly annoyed because he did it in front of the entire school, but I promise you that I am okay."
"Okay sweetheart I won't send him to the shadows but am still turning him into a snake." I open my mouth to argue but decide against it, after all, she needed this and it's not like he didn't deserve it, as long as she wasn't sending him to the mirror realm, I'll count my lucky stars, or rather his and leave it at that.
"Thank you mom," I sighed, laying my head on her bosom. "But only for a couple of hours okay?"
"Fine a couple of hours, are you sure you're alright though? I can make you something if you want and you don't have to train today or go to school tomorrow."
"Mom, I'm fine and if it's okay with you I'd very much like to train today, my birthday is in a month. "I would like to be able to get all my powers when I come of age. "Plus I think we could both use the distraction."
"Okay sweetheart; we'll continue your training. Put your stuff away and I'll finish up here. We'll meet in half an hour."
I left the kitchen somehow feeling heavier than I did when I entered and went to my room. It was my absolute favorite place to be. I'd painted all the walls black and then used red, green, and purple glow-in-the-dark paint to splash the walls. During the day it was dark and moody, just the way I liked it and at night, it was like sleeping under the stars and it was the best feeling ever. I changed out of my school clothes and into my training gear. My eighteenth birthday will be here soon enough. until then, I needed to focus on my witchcraft and learn as much as possible from my mom. Soon enough I'll have to be doing it on my own.
"Mom, I'm leaving." I didn't hear her reply, if there was one, I was already out of the house. Making my way to the end of the driveway where Tameka was parked with Lydia in the front passenger seat waiting for me. I consider not going to school today simply to avoid the conversation regarding what happened between Jason and I yesterday. I didn't want to talk about the fact that my mate rejected me. They're just going to give me pitiful looks which will only make it worse.
"Morning guys!"
"Morning." They greeted me in unison and that was just about the creepiest good morning I'd ever heard. I hopped in the back seat and Tameka started driving. An awkward silence fell over us which is something that has only ever happened twice in the time we've known each other, yesterday and now.
Rejection for werewolves was as taboo as taboo could get. Our soul mates were our perfect halves. Without that half, it was said that you would always feel and remain incomplete. I've heard stories about rejected wolves killing themselves or losing their minds and their humanity. Eventually, dying or became rogue. I wasn't kidding myself into thinking that I was exempt simply because I was a hybrid. The only reason I was able to hold up so well yesterday or even today was because for me to complete the witchcraft training I had to put my wolf to sleep. So, she doesn't know of the rejection yet, the minute she's awake that's going to be a whole other sorry. I will cross that bridge when I get to it.
There was one thing that puzzled me though Wynter, my wolf was asleep, but I still had access to all the other benefits of being a werewolf. That's how Jason was able to tell that I was his mate, meaning his wolf must have called out to mine. On the other hand, Jason didn't seem to notice that my wolf wasn't present, or maybe he did and just didn't care.
The silence was finally broken, either Tameka or Lydia, I wasn't paying attention, switched the radio on and Toby Keith's, "Me and God love her "filled the silence.
Our love for country music was one of the many things we had in common and we all sang along. I wasn't fooled though. I knew what they were doing. They were waiting for us to get on the highway so that I couldn't leave when I refused to answer their questions. As soon as the thought had formed we were turning onto the highway while Lydia was turning in her seat to stare at me, as much as she could anyway with her seatbelt on.
"Are you going to tell us or are we going to have to make you? "And before you reply remember where we are." Did I know my friends or what?
"What exactly did they want to know? They were at school yesterday, and even if they didn't witness the main event, they lived at the packhouse, I'm sure they heard what happened. I should be asking them if their future alpha said anything to the pack about me being his mate.
"What's there to tell? Jason's my mate and he rejected me, the end of the story." Their screams were a mix between excitement and shock, which I had no idea what to do with.
"Oh my god, that's so cool you're going to be our Luna!" exclaimed Tameka.
"This means you're moving back to the packhouse right?" Lydia added. They were just going to overlook the fact that he rejected me, right?
I narrowed my eyes at Lydia because Tameka was busy driving, "I am not moving back to the packhouse and I am not the new Luna, Tameka."
"What? Why?" They whined in unison.
"Okay, that's just plain creepy, please, cut the Simms act and for the last time he rejected me!"
"Alpha Jason is just being an idiot. The goddess chose you as his mate so he won't be able to stay away for long. "You just have to give him some time to get used to the idea of the two of you." Lydia's optimistic opinion was one I did not share. "Plus you guys used to be really good friends before you moved from the pack. He probably rejected you because you guys haven't spoken for three years," she continued to ramble. I roll my eyes at her last statement. He was the one that stopped talking to me, not the other way around. "Which I find odd, considering you're in the same pack and go to the same school". "You guys just need to get to know each other again"
"If you say so, I highly doubt that was the reason he rejected me. Lydia's argument made me realize that I did want to know what his reason for doing so was.