Sorrow painted his handsome face as he continued the tale. “I sought the Fates.”
“Wait, like the Greek myth ones? They’re real?”
He bobbled his head from side to side. “Yes and no. They’ve always existed, but the name and lore surrounding them have changed many times. The Fetya, as they’re called in shifter lore, can only be reached by great personal sacrifice and from certain points on the globe. With nothing to stop me, I sought the nearest mountain. The journey was long. I took no food or water, weakening myself sufficiently to meet the requirements of personal sacrifice. By the time I had reached the top—in human form—I was on the edge of death, even for a shifter.”
I worried my bottom lip between my teeth, not at all feeling warm and fuzzy about where this was going, even though he
