Chapter 6.

Rejection.

Redlith couldn't accept it, so, getting close enough so that their faces were inches apart, she said with authority: This isn't love, it's torment. Fate can make mistakes, and I don't accept you as my mate. I reject you, I repudiate you. I don't love you, and I never will.

The silence that followed was deafening. The relationship between them was beginning to look like anything, but in her heart of stone, hope was a spark, an unshakeable belief that they could overcome the darkness between them. 

And so he answered: Maybe, it isn't love now, but it can be. I won't give up on you. No matter how much you fight this, you are my destiny, whether you like it or not, whether you reject me or accept me. 

There is no place you can hide, there is no place beyond death where I can't find you. If you keep running and escaping from me, I will cut off your wings, I will break your ankles. And if I have to dislocate every one of your bones to keep you, I will do it, and I can start today by cutting off your wings…

At those words, the harpy abruptly wrapped herself in her wings, making it look like a shield around her body. Then she decided to answer him: You are as cruel as the destiny that bound us together. 

You are a demon of stone and you should no longer exist. I understand why curses like you can end up as my mate. She knew she couldn't go far from him, but she chose to leave through the ruins where she knew her people were.

Mateus stood there memorizing her every word. The woman was as strong as she was beautiful, but things between them were broken, all because of that alliance with the wolves. 

Maybe, helping the Alpha hadn't been the best decision he'd made, but at the same time, it was a good one because without Connor, he wouldn't have been able to reach Redlith.

Shadowfax was like the sinister side of Whistler, a forgotten town that everyone could see as ruins with enormous Castles seemingly empty and about to collapse, but those structures were designed that way to endure in history, so that time would not remember them and not erase them from its existence, and this was like a mirror between them, a place full of darkness, but in which sometimes flashes of light entered that let him know that if the harpies were vengeful, they, the prisoners of time, were much worse because they went far beyond what was morally correct, and that is why many gargoyles did not find a mate throughout their lives, because the obsession was much more perverse than that of a harpy, since the moment they found their mate, this became something that would have been preferable not to have existed...

He had already decided, if she wanted to reject him, she could say goodbye to his wings, every time he said something that put their destiny at risk. The harpy would die, and if she were to escape from what would now be her home and also her prison, wherever she went to hide, that whole place would fall into disgrace.