“My mate. He should have come to me already, but he hasn’t yet. I am still alone in my chamber, waiting. Without a proper mark, I can’t sense him, and you know I am forbidden from leaving the temple without a mate.”
“Corey … He’s been resistant to the idea of the ritual since the start. I will try to convince him.”
“You must do better than that, Brother.”
“I will.”
The light brightened to a blinding degree and he closed his eyes, but just before he did, he caught a glimpse of a brilliant green serpentine shape. The image evoked a distant memory, something that had come to him once in a dream long ago. He grasped at it, tried to hold on, but it slipped away like mist through his talons.
* * *
In the fog of the aftermath, Kris imagined he was weightless, flying through a cloud of pulsi
