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"Come on, we're going to Sierra! NOW!!!..... She can tell us what the hell is going on, Chica. This is fucking terrifying. They don't know us!" Meadow takes one last desperate look at Cesar, her eyes welling up with tears and I glance at Colton, afraid to make eye contact when it hurts this much to see him like this. My heart ripping in two that he's a stranger to me and it's as though all his love and humanity is gone. Someone I don't know; he's never been like this in all the time I have known him, and I recoil as he lurches again and again at the barrier in an attempt to take me down repeatedly, throwing his body into unbreakable glass and insane with the need to do it. They are consumed by bloodlust, much like vampires going after a feed.

"Fuck you!" I snap impulsively at him, at all of them, emotion getting the better of me as a fire rages deep in my belly. Tears pricking my eyes, at this whole situation; my heart breaking while I throw my hand at the wall in one impulsive last anger ridden reaction to make them stop.

The wall of wolves and fog is ripped apart straight down the center, like I blew a harsh gust of powerful wind to rip through them, going for miles into the distance that causes a path like a huge tunnel. Colton and Cesar, some of the others, are thrown back away from it with my precise eruption and sent scattered into the forest brush with yelps of shock before they tumble to their feet and snap their heads back to me. My gifts are clearly not bound by the border so it's definitely them that can't come in; the fog has done something that means they are no longer recognized as our pack, as our blood, or our mates.

I turn and follow meadow at speed, no more hesitation at getting away from what my heart cannot bare to see anymore, as we come up against some of our patrolling sentinels who are walking the path. looking as confused as us.

"The fog has done something to the pack, they can't get in. Make sure no one crosses the rune line or gets too close to the boundary until I say otherwise. Pass it on via the link. Everyone is to stay home, stay safe until we figure this out. That's an order. The alpha is not to be trusted even if he stands at the border...Understand?" I snap aggressively, tears starting to blind my vision, but I have to swallow it down and pull myself together and seem like I am in control. Meadow has turned broody and quiet yet her emotion filters through and I taste her equal heartache to mine.

The guards nod, glancing from her to me as though expecting her to say something, looking equally afraid given they are some of the males from the village and not from our usual sentinel packs. All our fighters, our warriors, our strongest – they are all out there in the fog with our alpha. We couldn't be in a worse position if we tried. We lost them all in one fell swoop. One tragedy has literally taken all of our protectors out from us in the blink of an eye.

We hit the main doorway at speed and zoom straight for Sierra's room, scaling the stairs without a pause but meet her halfway up the final landing as she comes bounding to find us.

"You see it?" I ask briskly as we close the gap and I grab her hands in panic. Her small hands and cool skin enveloped in mine and the worry and confusion is written all over her delicate face. Right now she doesn't seem like my mother figure, but that she's looking to me for answers as a young and scared femme.

"I did. It climbed up the walls of the boundary and can be seen from every direction of the homestead. What's going on. There are so many awful feelings in the air and noises of wolves howling in the forest" Sierra is pale and trembling and her words catch in her throat almost choking the last ones out as I frown at her. We didn't hear them howl from our side but that means more are behind the stead and around the village border now, where the wind would have kept their calls from us. They must be surrounding the border looking for a way in.

"We don't know. The fog has more than a third of our pack, that's more than half the adult wolves, and Colton, he's with them; they seem different. I think it's some sort of curse or spell or something." I blabber it out almost incoherently as the tears finally scratch my voice and turn my throat hoarse. Meadow is pale and staring out past Sierra's head at the window along the corridor, watching the fog settle halfway up our view from up here. My gut tightens and I pray it doesn't get higher than our magic does. I don't know how else we would stop it if we didn't have the Runes.

"Different how?" Sierra queries and Meadow doesn't hesitate to place her fingers on Sierra's temple to show her. I think meadow is in mild shock and doesn't know what to do or say. Seeing Cesar that way, it's shaken her to the core because I know that despite her fiery and strong nature, he is literally her world and she would crumble without him. Cesar has been her mate since her young teens, and they have become so completely as one over the years that she doesn't seem to know how to function right now. I'm only six months into a mate bond and despite how much I love him, I still know that I can be strong on my own two feet, have proven so in the past. I am not too used to falling back onto him in every way just yet to be as lost as Meadow seems.

Sierra's eyes widen in horror as she sees exactly what we did as the memory filters through, and she covers Meadow's hand with her shaking fingers as she inhales sharply. Her already pale skin seems to white out further and her body instantly seems to frail and sway so that I reach out to steady her.

"It can't be. That kind of dark magic is almost impossible to put in action on such a scale, with multiple hosts. This is no normal witch or simple spell. This is so beyond my knowledge, or skill." Sierra grabs onto my outstretched arms to steady herself as she falters on her own feet and I blink at her, my mouth drying with the realization that this is something major. Heart racing, nerves already taut, and I struggle to breathe as the weight of this disaster seems to come down even harder over me.

"So this IS a spell. How do we break it, how do we get them home and okay?" My mouth is firing out words as part of my brain tries to take control, even if my insides are trembling and my biggest urge is to curl up on the floor and sob.

"We don't. I don't know how to deal with this.... I don't ....I ...don't know.... We have to check the library downstairs, read the grimoires, get the Shaman, and figure this out. I'm primarily a healer and a seer, although I can conjure protection spells and an occasional bond, but this is way over my gift limit. I have heard of this kind of magic, but I have never seen it. I didn't think one witch alone could do this." Her voice fully breaks and tears stream from the corner of her eyes delicately. Shaking with the sheer knowledge that she doesn't know how to fix this. One thing I know is, the Shaman was out there too and no longer here with us but I can't find the words to say it.

"Maybe that means it won't last. Maybe it will fade out as the fog does?" Meadow asks hopefully, suddenly finding her voice and sounding nothing like her usual sassy self. Sierra lifts her palms helplessly, almost in response of saying 'I don't know.' Eyes full of fat unshed tears and her own breathing has become labored. Here we stand, three femmes in various states of emotional distress, faced with a huge problem, and the only ones left in the pack with the ability to do something about it, is us. We're so screwed.

"It didn't work when I cleared the air around them" I point out, close to manic, my emotions rising in my throat to choke me, but I hold it all in and breathe slowly to ease my heart rate and try and think clearly. I need to remember I am the Luna and my people will look to me to fix this.

"That was only seconds, maybe it takes more time." Meadow is grasping at straws of hope, and yet something in my gut tells me she's wrong. An inkling that it's not that easy to undo whatever it is that's out there. I don't think clearing them from the smog alone will work.

"The Shaman he's out there isn't he? I can't link him...... we need him...Oh my god, Okay, so..... We go downstairs and start looking without him. We look and we find something, anything. We can't just sit here and freak out, right? We've lived through worse. We can do this." Sierra hastens us with a nod, visibly shivering, afraid, and yet like me she is trying to reel it all back and return to a state of composed. She knows I need her to be with me and figure this out. The shock has hit, we reacted, and now we need to be the Luna and Rema and do something about this. For our pack, for our people, for our men. "Radar?" Sierra adds in a hushed tone, her eyes misting over again as she locks a gaze on me, a begging question and held breath, and I can only nod sadly, telling her that he too is out there in the fog and lost to us. She gasps in a semi sob, a shocked inhale and clutches her chest, emitting a woeful stab of pain in the air around me and confirming how deeply she feels for him, before pulling herself back together and lifts her chin defiantly. An even stronger will to figure this out.

"Let's go. They need us to save them." I turn and gesture for them to come and don't wait in heading where we need to be.