Sometimes accessing his memories is not that easy. There are so many, jumbled together, out of sequence, so sometimes it’s better to know what or who you’re looking for if trying to find an answer. There are snippets of confusion and nothing concrete that I can pull out in a second, except she was unwell.
“Well, where is she?” My fury dies a little, curiosity shining through and toning down this row. I can’t sustain that kind of mad when my lame heart gets upset over him. Colton is a weakness, and he seems to know how to disarm my fury and cut right to the bone without trying. People seem bored we’ve stopped yelling and go about their day, bypassing us once more as he lets go of me and takes my hand instead. Tangling fingers intimately, his warm, strong, and solid in my smaller, softer, and looser one.
“Maybe we need to talk somewhere private. I thought you would have seen all this in your head, but maybe not. I guess because I have so few memories of her to share. Come on.”
That quietens me into submission, and I don’t fight him. Colton leads the way, grasping my hand, and tugs me with him through the hall. It’s busy, filled with Santos coming and going from the mess hall, in all states of sports attire as training started today, and everyone seems to be rushing about or completely immobile in groups, chatting. There’s a sense of confusion with some, an urgency with others, and a holiday vibe with more. I guess some don’t realize the seriousness of why everything has changed, and some are overwhelmed with anxiety and rushing around doing whatever they’re told with prompt action. It’s chaotic and overwhelming, and I close down and allow him to lead me through.
Colton takes me away from the swarm of moving groups and heads towards the hallway to the communal room on this floor. He walks fast, and I fall in step obediently. It only takes a silent minute to turn into the passage and head down towards the room, where everything seems strangely hushed.
As soon as he hits the digits on the keypad, the door clicks open, and the lights flicker on. I blink at the change from dull to bright and follow him inside quietly, waiting for him to move me in and shut the door. He locks it behind us, and it only adds to the tension rising inside me that he doesn’t want anyone else to eavesdrop.
He motions for me to sit, his manner different, Mr. Serious on show in the form of the commander that came here last night, and heads to the bar. He pulls it open and grabs two sodas for us before coming back and choosing to sit on the floor in front of my armchair. He hands me a can once he opens it for me and opens his own, taking a long drink before saying anything. I can tell he’s delaying this, regaining composure, or turning something over in his mind, and I wait patiently. Perched in the seat a little stiffer than I should be, cradling my drink between my hands.
It’s something he thinks I should know, so I won’t rush him. Trying to scan my memories in the long pause between us, but it’s such a jumble when it comes to his mother, of snippets and bits of conversations, so I don’t get a clear understanding of where she is. It’s something I noticed, but I assumed it held no fundamental importance in the grand scheme of things.
“She’s not here.” He points out blankly as though reading my thoughts after a moment of staring at his can. I don’t recognize his raw, raspy voice and the strangled way the words come out, telling me this is more painful than he can bear. “I haven’t seen her for nine years.”
It’s not the answer I expected, and I gawp, heart skipping a beat, my eyes widening with surprise, and I have no words at all. Head trying to pull that together and wondering if I missed some sort of public announcement that the Santo Luna had left the mountain that long ago. I mean, I was still a kid. This was something the people had a right to know. I just didn’t realize it had been that long, almost a decade, without our Luna.
“She’s in a ... place, sort of … care home, I guess. A medical facility. Has been since a few weeks after they came home from the war.” He leans forward, so his gaze is more heavily focused on the floor, yet I catch the glow of amber before he tilts away, enough that I can only see the top of his head. His emotions spiral out and consume me as I feed on his despair. My stomach clenches with it.
“Why?” I can sense he’s distancing emotionally to stop me from feeling his pain, cutting off to save me, and I can tell it’s because this causes him a mass amount of it. He isn’t pushing me away because he’s ashamed. This is something that rips him up inside, and he’s aware he can’t control the intensity. I still get a massive wave of grief, regardless, not too dissimilar to how I felt when my parents never returned.
“Her mind’s broken. My mom never came home as the person she left. She isn’t who she was, and my father said it’s because she wasn’t strong enough to endure the horrors of the war. That it was too much, and she faded away. She doesn’t talk, move, or do anything anymore. He said she stares into nothingness, and it’s like her body lives on, but her soul’s gone.” He chokes on the words, his eyes glazing over, and it slices my stomach in response.
It winds me, my insides clenching up with the gravity of what he said, and I stay sat in mute silence staring at him, trying to get my head around that. Figuring out what I should say to that. Mental illness in wolves is rare, considering we can magically heal everything inside of us when we turn, even our brains.
“He sent her away ... my mom, his mate. Cast her aside because her condition could hurt the pack. Show how weak she was and unworthy as a Luna, and cause them to doubt his command. He won’t tell me where she is because he knows I would go to her, and he doesn’t want me to. He says it would scare me. That it would crush me.” Colton stares at the can in his hand, exhaling heavily as he deflates and seems so lost and young right now. A little boy pining for the mother he can never see.
It’s clicking into place, even if Colton doesn’t see it himself. He doesn’t realize the link between him rejecting me for not being what the pack needs and the fact his mom fell at the same hurdle. Maybe in his head, it’s messy and all jumbled up, and he doesn’t see it, but I do. It’s not just his father’s command holding him back. It’s a deep-rooted fear that maybe I wouldn’t be able to handle things either. I’ve never heard of wolves breaking down this way, and I can’t even imagine what she must have seen to end up a shell of a person who abandoned all she loved. Locked in her mind, silently and eternally adrift.
The Luna is meant to be the gentle touch of her people. Her focus is on the young and vulnerable, while her Alpha mate is the strength and protection of the many. Our Luna is not here, and for ten years, her weakest has suffered under his command. Her absence is the sole reason my kind were pushed aside and forgotten. She would never have allowed the orphans to be cast out; it’s the job of a Luna to protect the young, the innocent, the unloved, maternally. It all makes so much more sense now.
Juan focuses on keeping the pack powerful and promoting unity among the strongest. He wasn’t interested in the weak and condemned them to the dark side, so he didn’t have to take on his mate’s role and care for them. He even sent his own away because she failed to fit his expectation. That’s how power-hungry he is.
No wonder Juan has become so much colder and crueler. His softer voice of reason, who could sway with her bond to him, has been gone for years and offers no conflict to the decisions he makes. Only a mate can honestly argue, sway, dispute openly, or try to reason with an Alpha without real backlash or punishment. He rules with aggression now and logic and has no tender care for anyone who isn’t worthy. Her warm eye on her people is missing, and her heart in their wellbeing. It’s why they pushed so many of us out.
“He didn’t even let me say goodbye. He said it was for the best. Just had her moved and didn’t tell me until she was gone. I feel like he’s ashamed of her for being weak.” Colton’s voice croaks a little, his emotions pushing through despite trying to shield them, and it pains me to feel that kind of broken anguish. He was her only child, and from what I can feel, they loved each other deeply, as a mother and son should. It’s an almost unbearable pain as it swarms me, but I can relate. I knew this pain and have grieved with the same intensity. It’s the mourning of a parent’s death, even if he hasn’t lost her to the underworld.
“And that’s why he hates me because he thinks I’m the same.” I point out, watching for the reaction on his face, his eyes still glowing amber as he stares at the floor over his crossed legs, unable to look me in the eye when caught in despair. I think Colton is ashamed of being so broken by this, another pointer of Juan’s parenting skill. Colton has been lacking a mother’s touch for half his life. The most critical years while he was forming. The one who should’ve nurtured and softened him after being forced into battles as a child, to teach him not to follow his father blindly, the way he does, and instill the strength to be his Alpha. That was Luna’s job as his mother. He’s been at his father’s mercy for years, bearing down on him and conditioning his outlook without restraint. It’s any wonder Colton’s as caring as he is and not more like Juan. Teaching him the cruelest of lessons about loyalty and compassion to your mate and the unimportance of love.
He discarded her as weak and put her somewhere to rot because her inability to handle what they threw at her shamed him. He chose the good of the pack over the mate he was destined to care for. No wonder Colton is screwed up. His role model and moral guide taught him that love is secondary to duty, and his heart has no value in what his decisions should be. It taught him that to love is not enough, imprinting is not an excuse, and the pack must always be the priority even if it goes against his own needs.
“He just wants to protect me from the heartache he’s endured. A mate in bond who still plagues his mind, but it’s like she’s dead. I don’t think he goes to wherever she is anymore as he hasn’t left this place in over five years.” He shrugs with one shoulder, glancing to the side of us as a tear rolls down his cheek, and I can tell he feels awkward at showing that kind of softness, probably hearing his father in his head, sneering and scolding him for it. Wolves are macho, and, as men, they try not to cry much. Juan probably chastises him for any kind of compassion, empathy, or show of care in this way.
Impulsively I slide from my chair and mirror his pose on the floor in front of him, so our knees touch, and we sit face to face. My hand slides to cover his thigh, and I lean in, my heart exploding with the need to console him. My mind is racing with many thoughts and reasons and explanations and seeing not a strong dominant Alpha before me, but a scared young boy who wants to let go of the choices that are too hard for him to make on his own. In so many ways, he’s still that eight-year-old kid who went from joyous ceremonial turning to a battle-scarred warrior in the space of a year.
“I’m not her. This isn’t about us.” I point out, knowing that he has those doubts somewhere deep inside. He saw my gifts coming through. He’s starting to know me, and I hope he can see that, as vulnerable as I may appear, there’s strength in me. The vampire attack hurt me, left my heart weeping for those I’ve lost, left me with horrible dreams and a fear of the dark shadows, but it didn’t crush me. Neither did the loss of all I held dear when I was only eight years old.
He needs to know that this situation might have a completely different outcome from his mom’s. What happened to her is so rare I never knew it could before he told me.
“It doesn’t matter what I think. If I believe you’re stronger than her or not. He thinks the bond blinds me, and he doesn’t trust my judgment. How can I know if he’s right or wrong when I’m so inanely in need of you, it pushes logic out no matter how I reason? He’s right in that our people need a future leader with a strong Luna by his side, but he can’t accept that you’re her. And I don’t think my head’s clear enough to know without my heart always changing it.”
I get the full whack of his confusion and despair as he lets go of the floodgates he’s been holding back, and I’m swamped instantly with the chaos that’s been living inside of him since that night. It’s overwhelming, and I am drowned with the urge to sob, tear my heart out, wail, kick someone and scream all at the same time. I have to cling on like I’m on a rickety raft on a turbulent sea as his emotions devour me and almost snap me mentally with the force of such chaos. I breathe through the surge until it settles inside me and calms enough to reel my thoughts into calmer waves. Rationale pulling my brain to him.
“Tell me honestly. Deep down in your gut, your instincts, without questioning it, just answer impulsively; do you think I’m capable of being that Luna?”
I need to know his true feelings without his foggy mess coloring them. Need to understand what our future holds. If he believes, deep in his heart, that I’ll be wrong for his people, I know no amount of time together, kissing, or even sex will sway him from doing what’s right. His father’s voice is in his head, and his mom is a shining example of the result if he chooses wrongly. His people matter more than I ever gave him credit for, and his head is full of the vampire wars that will start all over again. If he believes in us, I can’t let him stray down this path without fighting.
He’s afraid of having me, only to lose me to a broken mind when our worlds turned upside down or maybe even death, which ends us both. His father’s filling his head with all of this doubt, and it’s all so apparent now why he’s struggling with what he should do.
There’s a part of him who’s strong enough to defy his father if he chooses to. I was wrong about that. I see that now. He swayed him over the villagers and them coming here under force.
It’s Colton’s insecurity over whether he can put his feelings aside and make the right choice, not just for his people but for us, that’s screwing him up. He’s terrified of what might happen to me if he puts me in a place that his mom was, carrying the burden of many, riding into battle ahead of the hordes, and expecting me to hold myself and them together, as a Luna should. He’s overthinking all the possibilities, with many others whispering in his ear. The men who are wiser, older, influential in our midst. This is way more complex, and it all feels so hopeless. It’s not just about a wolf deciding on a mate ... it’s so much more hanging in the balance. He’s our future, where all eyes look to lead us when Juan no longer does.
“I’m not going to lie ... I don’t know.” He flinches as the words spill out, screwing up his face and hunching down in disappointment at his inability even to answer that without confusion.
I can’t even be mad at that because I’ve no idea what’s coming with this war or what his mom went through ten years ago, but he does. He fought on our lands as a warrior, defended us from smaller invasions, as an adult should, even though he was only a child. He’s seen the reality of what’s coming and still bears the scars.
I think I have the strength and courage to deal with it, but maybe I’m just a child with a stubborn head and a foolish heart who thinks the Fates would never steer her wrong. Perhaps I’m the delusional one, grasping at hopes and being ridiculous. I have no words, and my hand slides back into my lap with the weight of realization punching me in the gut. Screwing me up emotionally, mentally, and physically.
“Now, do you understand? Love, it’s not the issue. I’m yours, heart and soul, every beat just for you.” Colton reaches for my hand, enveloping mine in his but failing to warm the icy cold seeping through me with his touch. Sad desperation in the air as I nod hopelessly, accepting the absolute truth as it stretches endlessly between us, like a gulf we can never cross. Head filled with so much, and yet my heart is empty, desolate, as numbness overtakes me to save me from the pain it can’t deal with.
There isn’t an answer to this, a way out, a ray of hope in the darkness. The Fates should never have let any of this happen to either of us. I love him, but I’m not enough.