Rejected His Miracle Luna (Dorothy and Ignatius)

Chapter 70

-Dorothy-

Soon after the discovery of the Tally’s vulnerability to iron, the entire Bielke Pack got to work preparing

for war. Apparently back in ye olden days, the Bielke had been skilled blacksmiths and one of the old

forges was still standing around.

It had become a dilapidated relic of the past but it was now finding itself back in action and swarming

with a new generation of Bielke members.

I spent the next few days hanging around the forge with Far and Gideon to oversee the creation of

what was to be our new

Bielke shifters scurried around us, hammering and stamping down sheets of iron. I watched, captivated

by the sparks that flew from the heavy hammers and the bustle of the entire operation.

g to me over that short time.

Most of the shifters from my new college had somehow taken a liking to

Maybe it was my new status as Luna or the very apparent bulge in my stomach but they all greeted me

kindly and welcomed me to help out with some of the smaller tasks. As much as I fought and raged,

nob*dy would allow me to wield the giant hammer though

Meanwhile, Ignatius and I had met with the elder council a few nights before to discuss the plan of

attack. It was decided that the best way forward was to prepare ourselves for defense should the Tally

arrive at our doorstep as well as equip every shifter with an iron weapon of their own.

It was then decided that Ignatius would take a small group of soldiers and attempt to infiltrate the Tally’s

main camp in order to capture or kill whoever it was that was utilizing magic to strengthen their armies.

It was a risky plan and they had no real strategy, only the goal of either taking out the magic-user or

severing their supply to the witch blood they might be using to cast their spells.

Rita, who was also present for the council meeting, agreed that the only way to prevent the coming war

was to weaken the Tally at the source.

After we had explained our theories on the Tally’s magic use, Rita herself had confirmed that she had

had the same. suspicions since the first Not Deer attacked Ignatius and me in the woods.

“It’s cruel,” she had said morosely. They were people once, even if they are mindless monsters now. To

harvest their blood is a cruel act. Especially considering whoever is behind this is a magic-user

themself.

Aside from Rita and surprisingly enough. Ignatius, I had never met another magic-user. Apparently, the

art of wielding magic was a dying tradition.

And while Rita used her knowledge to make medicine and other herbal remedies, and Ignatius wouldn’t

touch the tradition at all anymore, they technically were not witches. They were mages..

The real witches, I was told, were rare and reclusive these days. The only exception is Fae’s own

mother who, while not a witch herself, came from a long line of witches,

Luckily for Far, neither of them was vulnerable to iron but rather broke out in the slightest rash when

they came into

That proved to be a problem, however, when it came to Far donning a plate of armor while in wolf form

only to mmediately shift back and throw it off of her in a hurry, cursing and groaning when the rash

broke out on her skin.

“Of all the things to be allergic to,” she had muttered while Angie spread aloe vera balm over her itchy

back.

“Maybe you’re just allergic to hard work,” Gideon had chipped in only to have a hetty chunk of an iron

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The second piece of flying iron caught him square in the face.

After the meeting, Ignatius and I had driven home and used what little energy we had left to crawl into

bed.

We assumed the standard position which involved me lying flat on my back at first and then switching

position every five minutes when the infants in my womb pressed on my bladder.

Ignatius in turn would position himself around me in a more asleep than awake state. Finally, we would

drift off to sleep with me curled up on my side and Ignatius cocooning himself around me with a hand

laid over my stomach.

That night I blew on Ignatius closed eyelids to catch his attention and he opened his eyes to gaze at

me through the dark,

“I don’t want you to leave.” I whispered. Even after all this time, it was still easier to be honest in the

dark. “I’m scared you won’t come back.

I knew that he had to be the one to lead the stealth mission. He would be seen as a weak Alpha if he

wasn’t the one to lead his people through the most dangerous of missions. He would lose their respect

if he were to leave others to do the difficult

work for him.

All the same though, I couldn’t shake the fear that struck me to my core. The fear of losing my mate, of

my children losing their father before they had even met him. And the fear of, should they be caught

and obliterated, what would happen next.

Ignatius drummed his fingers lightly on my stomach, bidding our babies a tender goodnight. He shifted

on his side and brought his face closer to mine, leaning his head down on his elbow. “I don’t want to go

either. But I have to, you know that.”

“I know.” I wasn’t sure why I was whispering but it felt like a necessity. “I just don’t want to lose you.” It

felt as though if I were to speak the words too loudly or too confidently, death itself would hear them

and take them as a challenge.

Ignatius reached over to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind my car as we gazed at each other.

Moonlight shone in through the open window and the slightest breeze danced over our skin that was

bathed in the same blue hue as the night we tumbled out into the garden.

“You’re not going to lose me, Dorothy. I promise I’ll come back to you.

“How can you be sure of that? You saw that shifter today. They have a whole army of people just like

him. And Angie’s experience with the attack on the border proves that no one is safe.” I put a hand to

my stomach. “Not even children.”

“Don’t think like that. Ignatius placed his cool hand over my own. “We have a plan, and we know their

weaknesses. We’re not as vulnerable as they might think.”

He wiped a tear from my eye with his thumb. It had pooled on my eyelashes without me even being

aware that I was crying.

“And if something does happen to me, which it won’t, there are people here who would lay down their

own lives to protect you. But let’s hope it doesn’t come to that

“I know you’re scared, Dorothy. I’m scared too. But we have to try, it’s all we can do. I’m sorry that you

got caught up in all of this. If I could go back in time and do it all over again I wouldn’t change a thing.

As dire as our situation was, and as terrified as I felt, my words were true. Even if I were to die in the

coming battle, it would have all been worth it for the life we had built together.

His k*ss was soft and gentle, a bittersweet moment of tenderness before the storm ahead.

A few days after that and we were finally ready, Ignatius rallied ten shifters recommended by Angie to

accompany him on the mission to infiltrate the Tally Pack. He had prepared himself that morning while I

watched from the bed, tearful and afraid for his safety.

Downstairs, Angie was waiting for us outside. Ignatius had asked both her and Rita to stay close and

keep an eye on his mate until he got back

Angie looked just as tense and concerned as I felt and even Rita seemed anxious. Her feeble smile

when I padded quietly down the stairs was all the proof I needed of just how dangerous this expedition

really was.

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Angie folded her arms and looked Ignatius up and down. He was wearing exactly what he always wore,

black jeans, old does, and a black shirt with an additional backpack slung over his shoulder.

“You’re going like that?”

“It’s not a f u cking camping trip Angela.”

Their banter was affectionate albeit strained. Neither wanted to acknowledge the uncharted territory we

were all about to fling ourselves into headfirst.

Angie sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you! You need a good tracker on your

team.”

“I’m a decent enough tracker, Ignatius reassured her and put his arms around me. “And besides, I need

you to take care of this one. If you don’t keep an eye on her she might just take it upon herself to follow

me on her own. I don’t want my mate hiking through the forest by herself.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t do that,” I mumbled, leaning into him and wishing he would never have to let go.

“I’d take Gideon’s

“See? Exactly why I need you to watch over her. Ignatius voice grew serious and he fixed Angie with a

level stare. “Take care of my mate. Please, Angie. You and Rita are the only ones I can trust with

keeping Dorothy safe.”

Angie stared down at the ground and rubbed one dirty sneaker against the calf of her other leg: “You

know that I will. She’ll be safe with me, I’ll protect her. I promise.”

*Thank you.”

They embraced and then Angie excused herself to go scope out the perimeter of the mansion. She

insisted it was for safety purposes but I was pretty sure she just couldn’t bear to see him go, knowing

this might be the last time we ever see him

alive.

All too soon, it was time for my mate to leave. I felt him lift his arms from my shoulders and I heard my

heart break at the same moment. I turned around and clung to him, burying my face in his shirt and

inhaling his comforting scent,

Don’t go. That was what I wanted to say. I wanted to repeat it over and over again until he had no

choice but to stay put so as to save me from a had case of lockjaw, but I knew that wasn’t fair. It had to

be done and Ignatius had to be the one to do it.

“Come back to me,” was what I said instead, whispering against his chest so that the words reached

his heart, folded up tightly, and nestled there. So that he would hear them with every steady beat. So

he would never forget them. “You promised, remember that. Come back to me.”

His arms closed around me and buried his face in my neck. “Always, you know that. I’ll always come

back.”

Ignatius had to pry my arms off of him. He pulled me into one final passionate k*ss, locking lips with my

own that were wet and salted with my tears. He poured every emotion and every promise of return into

that final goodbye.

It was over all too soon and then I was left to watch as he walked out of the door, turning only when he

reached his car. The beaten old Chevy Impala that had carried us through many a long night.

He lifted his hand to wave and then before I knew it before I could map the shape of his outline against

the morning sunlight, he was gone, a retreating cloud of dust on the dry gravel path,