pull to her was too powerful to ignore.”
“You nearly killed yourself in the process! What good would you have been to her then?” she snapped out.
“I was in her world, Sera.” Turning around he faced Sera’s stern face. “I was within reach of her. I could practically touch her. I did touch her.”
“You’re lucky you came back at all.” Crossing her arms over her chest, her dark eyes glared back at him. “You could have banished yourself on her world and there would have been no way for you to return.”
“You don’t understand, Sera.” Moving away from the alter he approached his lifelong friend with a hard look. “You don’t know what it’s like to have a sou’tali — a soul mate. Someone meant only for you and meant to utterly complete you. Then to have that same person ripped away from you,” he said with a growl. He regretted the words the second they flowed from his lips. She flinched from his words as though they were strikes from his very hands.
Slowly she turned away from him to face the wall mural behind the stone alter. On the dark stone wall were three figures painted in muted shades of blues, grays and whites. Two of the figures depicted a mated pair clasping hands. In the middle was the image of their mother goddess towering high above them. As a priestess of Kalaya, Sera would never take a sou’tali . It was forbidden. It was the duty of the priestess to interpret the will of the goddess and assist others when in need of spiritual guidance.
“Sera…” he began only to stop once she turned around with a raised hand, staying his words.
“You’re right. I… I have no mate. But you need to tread carefully when seeking your mate, Kieran. When you crossed the threshold onto her world you risked your life. If your spirit had been trapped there your physical body would have died here.”
Running a clenching hand through his hair he paced away from Sera’s watchful gaze. Coming to stop at the moonlit doorway of the temple he lifted his face up to the full moon above. “What would happen if I tried again but this time I brought her with me?” Sera suddenly appeared beside him casting him a look of fear.
“You cannot risk it again. If something were to go wrong…” Shaking her head at the idea, she moved closer to him. Reaching out to grasp his arms, she looked beseechingly up at him. “Kieran, we don’t know enough yet to chance bringing your mate across the veil. I’m begging that you have patience and wait.”
Growling low in his throat, Kieran’s eyes flashed dangerously at her. His face rippled, revealing the beast that lurked within. “I do not like being denied my mate. Nor do I like having to court her based on a set of rules that even I don’t believe is right.”
Sera’s eyes narrowed at his anger filled words. “Trust the goddess, Kieran. Only she will decide when you shall have your mate — not you. And killing yourself will not help you obtain your mate; that is for certain.”
With those parting words, Sera slowly turned and walked away from her friend. He turned to call after her but his words died on his tongue as she disappeared from sight. Shaking his head, he left the temple. Unhurried, he made his way down the worn path that led back to the stronghold of Garmoria. As he walked, his thoughts were divided between his need for his new found mate and his honor to obey the laws of his sovereign and deity. It wasn’t easy.
According to Sera, when he had first dreamed of Elena, never had any Garmorian been given a sou’tali of another species before. It was new and to others it was dangerous. How would her people react to him when he finally did come for her? Not that it mattered. He would fight for his mate if he had to. She was his. He knew it.
The thought of never claiming her was too much to bear. He could feel his whole body coiling tighter as he felt on edge. Running the edge of his tongue against his sharp teeth he noted that