Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond



- Josie -

Holding on to the piece of paper in my hands, Kit asks me again for the address.

The satnav unable to find any properties along this small road.

“It has to be here somewhere. What did your Mum say?" Kit asks out as he zooms in on the satnav map.

"Only that I would know it when I saw it."

"That's not particularly helpful."

"You know...I think it's in there." My eyes scanning the tree-line we keeping zipping past.

"In where?"

"There, in the woods." I tap onto the window.

Every time we turned around and came back along this road I had a sense that the place was here, we just couldn't see if from the road.

"I think we need to do the rest on foot."

"You can't be serious?"

"She's in hiding, what perfect cover than a dense dark wood."

"You aren't filling my wolf with confidence here Red." He moans out as he pulls the pack car up to

the side of the road and places it into park position.

His eyes look back at the piece of paper in

my hand before scanning the woods ahead of us.

"You sure you want to do this?" He turns to me, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Not scared of the woods are you tough guy?" I tease out as I open the car door, blowing him a playful kiss.

"It's usually the deranged wolves that hide within it." He grunts out, opening his own car door.

"There aren't any rogues here."

"How do you know?"

"I can sense it, can't you. Like a feeling...a feeling of being safe."

"Nope, I have the complete opposite. If anything, I want to run miles from here. But I trust you Red, you've kept us alive this far." He winks out at me as he closes his car door, locking it with the key fob in his hand.

Crossing the road, I push through the woodland foliage, gaining some kind of better access into

the woods.

Its was overgrown, it was wet...nobody would want to visit here.

A perfect hiding place.

With each step the sun lost its battle against the heavy tree canopy, my wolf stepping forward

and lending me her enhanced vision.

I let my senses guide me, let instinct take over. Mum said I would just know, and I had a feeling I was heading into the right direction.

"Red..." Kit grumbles out from behind as I push through more branches trying to find some sort

of clearing.

Then I see it...a small hut in the woods. Covered in overgrown bine weed and the trees above having entwined themselves together acting as some kind of overhead cover.

You wouldn't even be able to see this hut from above with a drone.

This was it, I knew it was.

I take a step closer only for Kit to pull on my

elbow, his body sliding past mine as he moves in front of me.

"You sure you want to do this?" He whispers out to me, earning a small defiant nod in response.

"Fine but stay behind me at all times."

"Kit." I roll my eyes at him.

"Stay behind me." He orders out.

We take steps closer, closing the distance on the hut that looked as if it only had one more

storm in it before it collapsed to the ground.

"Hello?" I cautiously call out, just before Kit places his hand on the door handle. Surely if anybody was

inside they would have heard our approach, we hadn't been the quietest of walkers as we

navigated over the risen tree roots.

"You can come in." A female voice calls out to us, my eyes widening as I look to Kit.

He pushes on the front door, the creaking sound making the hut seem more haunted.

The place was small, a fire burning at the focal point with a small kitchen type area, adorned

with jars.

I could make out a small bedroom ahead of me, it was simple...but I suppose if you lived in the middle of no where, simple is all you ever required.

“It hasn't changed much since you were last here.” That feminine voice calls out to me.

My eyes follow the sound to find the top of a head sitting in a chair facing towards a large bay window looking out to the woods.

"We haven't been here before..." I start to respond until the chair swivels and a white-haired

female stares back at me.

I gasp out, her hair was thin...old hag like, her lips purple and she had aging spots littered all over the visible parts of her body.

But it was here eyes that caught my attention most...ghost like. She had a white gaze across them, as if she was in a mind-link. "You aren't the white wolf." She breaks me from my interrogative stare, my head shaking to regather myself.

"No...I am her daughter."

"Impossible..." She cries out before slowly standing up from her chair, fetching a walking stick before heading closer to us.

"I don't smell white wolf on you."noveldrama

"Keep your distance." Kit growls out warningly earning a scoff from the old woman.

"How do you know that?"

"I don't recall hearing the news that the white wolf had died which means she not only somehow successfully gave birth to you, but she's managed to raise you herself. There can only ever be one white wolf. So my question is...what are you?"