He’d lived for the moment he would be able to claim his mate and begin to fulfill his place in his people’s history. Even before he’d been born, the expectation had been there. As soon as his mother had suspected she was pregnant, she’d run to the High Priestess for a reading of omens and stars for her unborn child. She’d returned to the Priestess the day of his birth and taken him back every year on his birthday. Every visit had left his devout mother distraught as each prophecy failed to produce the clear vision she hoped and prayed for to ensure her son’s safety and success in a very troubled time. The visions, though couched in different words and images, always held the same message. Two disparate futures, each tied intrinsically to Magdalyne’s daughters. Either he would find his true mate, live long surrounded by his children and fulfill his family’s honor bound to the prophecy his world hinged on or he would fail. Fail to find her. Fail to keep her safe. Fail to carry out his family’s duty to their people and fulfill the destiny he was born to.
