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  “Our dragons need her, Creja. The loneliness is too much. With a mate, we will fight to protect the Valdier. I have to take her. I no longer have a choice,” Brogan argued.

  Aikaterina lifted her hand, pausing time. She already knew what would happen from this point forward. She recognized the emotion in Brogan’s voice from what their symbiots had shown her. Her understanding of these emotions had grown over time and was one of the things that had attracted her to this world.

  The Valdier were a fierce, proud, and passionate species, but in order for them to find their true mate, all three parts of who they were needed to agree and connect as one with their destined partner. It was a safeguard that she’d created to keep them from believing themselves all powerful with the symbiots by their side. Perhaps it was another flaw on her part, but it was one she did not regret for it gave life to her species in a different way.

  She stopped between the two warriors. Their symbiots shimmered with color, knowing she was there. She swept her gaze over each of the twins.

  “Release them,” she murmured to the symbiots.

  The golden bodies melted and reformed in the shape of Werecats. Both symbiots sat protectively next to their men. Aikaterina transformed and became solid. While the form she took looked like a Valdier maiden, she had no intention of pretending to be anyone other than who she really was – a Goddess among the Valdier and creator of the symbiots.

  “Awaken warriors,” she ordered with a wave of her hand.

  Brogan stumbled forward while Barrack turned in a graceful circle, his dragon searching for attackers. Both man and dragon froze when they saw her. Stunned disbelief temporarily pulled from them from the edge of madness that gripped them.

  “What…?” Brogan started to growl, his voice fading when he realized everything around him was held in suspended animation.

  Aikaterina watched Barrack shift back to his two-legged form, his gaze warily following his brother’s. They looked around them, noticing several dragons frozen in mid-flight while on the ground men, women, children, and animals were frozen in different phases of motion. She studied their faces when both men turned their wary gazes her way.

  “Walk with me,” she instructed, turning away.

  Barrack looked at his brother as he felt his dragon retreat in submission, something he could never remember happening before. The fervor of his emerging madness had faded to confusion.

  “Do you feel it too?” Brogan asked under his breath.

  He gave a sharp nod. He ran his gaze over the woman’s figure as she walked away from them. Their symbiots docilely walked on each side of her.

  Barrack started forward, following the woman from a short, safe distance. He kept his eyes fixed on her back, trying to figure out the reason for his dragon’s deference to her. Brogan fell into step beside him.

  They looked intently around as they walked. Remorse filled Barrack when he saw the terror on the faces of those he had always thought of with respect. The women and children had been seeking refuge, there was fear every warrior’s face. Their presence had clearly had a cataclysmic effect their presence had on the village.

  “I have done this,” Brogan commented in a harsh, rough voice. His eyes fixed on the anguished expression on their mother’s face as she rushed forward - her hand held out to Creja, father to a set of young twin dragons. “I have brought dishonor to my family.”

  “We both have,” Barrack agreed with a heavy heart.

  Barrack could feel his brother trying to withdraw from him so he couldn’t feel his emotions. It was impossible, of course. Brogan shutting him out would be like trying to cut himself in half.

  No matter how hard they tried to shield each other, their connection was too strong. That bond was what had led to their downfall today. The loneliness that they felt was magnified by that of their dragons. Their symbiots fed off their combined emotions and had become depressed and listless over the last few months to the point that nothing they did helped the creatures.

  Shame coursed through Barrack. He knew that the young maiden Brogan had become fixated on was not their true mate. He was not even physically attracted to the girl, nor was his dragon or his symbiot. He knew Brogan really wasn’t either. Despite that, he had looked the other way. He’d hoped that if their dragons were convinced she was their mate, it might stave off the relentless emptiness gnawing at them and give them time to search other villages and cities for their true mate.

  Brogan was the more volatile and, while he might deny it, emotional of the two brothers. His dragon had been pushing him to claim a female, any female, to fight off the madness. Unfortunately, Mula was the one to cross Brogan’s path several months ago. The young girl had flirted with both of them, unaware that Brogan’s dragon would consider her innocent, albeit blatant, invitation as serious. It was only when the girl realized that to flirt with one twin meant she received the intense attentions of both – at the same time – that she had retreated in panic.

  Barrack did not blame the girl for her fear or for being unaware of what her light-hearted fun would provoke. He and Brogan recognized the impossibility of finding a true mate. They both understood that dealing with one dragon warrior was difficult enough. It was unheard of to find a woman who could handle two of them as mates. In the end, the best they could hope for was to die in battle before they both completely lost control. Today had proved their hope was for naught. Their worst nightmare had come true.

  Focusing on the woman in front of him, he clenched his fists. Perhaps she was here to end their misery. If so, why not just do it and get it over with? After seeing the pain he was causing, he knew that neither he nor Brogan would resist.

  “Who are you, and how did you do that?” Brogan finally demanded, coming to a stop several feet away when the woman paused on the bridge that crossed the river.

  Barrack’s eyes followed the wave of his brother’s hand. The village looked surreal while frozen in time. He swallowed, unable to comprehend the power such a feat would take. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he and his brother were not already dead.

  “You are not,” the woman murmured, gazing out along the river.

  “I’m not what?” Barrack asked.

  “Dead – yet,” she answered in a serene voice.

  “Who are you?” Barrack demanded. His voice was hoarse with astonishment at the realization that, whoever this being was, she could read his mind.

  “I am called Aikaterina by your people,” she replied, turning to look at them. She reached out and tenderly caressed the head of each of the symbiots. “I gave you a part of myself to help protect you.”

  “Curse us, you mean,” Brogan retorted, his eyes growing dark with anger.

  “Brogan,” Barrack warned before he turned to look at Aikaterina. “Are you telling us that you are the Goddess Aikaterina?”

  Aikaterina bowed her head. “Yes. Your brother is correct. My gifts to you have become a curse,” she replied, lifting her hands from the symbiots’ necks. “The threads of time are not easy to manipulate for a reason. To change time is to change the fate of the future. Sometimes those paths cross each other and will right themselves, creating a future that will continue relatively undistorted. But, at other times, the threads become tangled or they break. If that should happen, the changes can have unexpected outcomes.”

  Barrack frowned, trying to understand what the woman was telling them. Brogan growled under his breath that the woman talked in riddles. He reached out and gripped his brother’s arm when he started to turn away. Something told him that they would not be given another chance.

  “What kind of unexpected outcomes? As in bad ones?” Barrack asked, his gaze locked on the woman’s face.

  A small smile curved her lips. “Perhaps,” she responded.

  “Perhaps? I thought you were all powerful. Anyone who can do this has to know what is going to happen,” Brogan impatiently snapped.

  She turned her intense gaze on Brogan. “Even the most power
ful cannot predict what a species with free will decide to do if they are given a second chance.” Her gaze moved to the village. “If you knew there was a true mate for you out in the universe, would you wait for her?”

  “Yes!” Barrack was surprised when he heard Brogan’s strident response.

  “Yes,” he replied, echoing his brother’s response in a softer tone. “If there is such a woman,” he added.

  “There is… but…,” her voice faded and her eyes grew distant.

  “I knew it. She is just giving us false hope, Barrack. There will never be a female who can handle us, much less our two dragons and our symbiots. This imaginary true mate would have to be accepted by all of us – and accept all of us in return,” Brogan growled in frustration.

  “You are wrong, warrior. There will be one, but she, too, is destined to die young,” she replied, reaching out to touch their symbiots again.

  “Die? How? Where is she?” Barrack demanded, stepping closer to her.

  “I can change your fate, which will change hers, but like all things, nothing is guaranteed,” Aikaterina explained.

  “Which means exactly what?” Brogan asked in a hard tone.

  A shiver ran through Barrack when Aikaterina turned to look at Brogan. He saw Brogan’s head snap backwards, as if he had been struck. The sound of his brother’s hiss exploded through the air before he fell back several steps. Barrack automatically reached out to steady Brogan when his back hit the stone wall lining the bridge.

  Through the connection he shared with his brother, Barrack felt Brogan’s deep and profound shock, far more than Barrack would have expected from a hands-off slap from a being that could freeze an entire town. Barrack looked between the two of them, and concentrated, but he was only able to gather the faintest impression that Aikaterina had shown Brogan something. Turning his head back toward the Goddess, he narrowed his eyes.

  “You have a long wait ahead of you, warrior. I hope you learn to calm your temper before you find your mate, or she might calm it for you,” Aikaterina warned.

  Barrack would have expected the warning to come with a touch of anger or even a little admonishment. The last thing he expected was the warning to come with a small, pleased smile. Did she hope Brogan would fail to calm his temper? Why?

  “What do we do now?” Barrack stated.

  Aikaterina looked at the village. He followed her gaze. She was looking at their mother and father.

  “You must leave Valdier,” she stated quietly.

  “You said…we have a long wait ahead of us?” Brogan asked in a surprisingly calm voice.

  She turned to look at both of them. Barrack saw her caress their symbiots again with a gentle hand. Both of the Werecats purred and rubbed against her.

  “Yes, your mate has not yet been born. Your symbiots will know when it is time. Look for a warrior named Jaguin. His mate Sara will know where you can find your mate,” she promised with a smile.

  Barrack was about to ask her how but the words remained frozen on his lips as Aikaterina transformed. She no longer looked like a Valdier maiden, but something vastly more ethereal. Her body was the same color as the symbiots, but he could see through it. She was slowly rising from the bridge.

  “Go, warriors, before your village wakes,” she softly ordered. “If they see you, then your fate will remain unchanged, as will your true mate’s.”

  “Shift, Brogan,” Barrack said, feeling the urgency of his dragon pushing at him.

  Brogan nodded. In seconds, both warriors had shifted to their dragon forms. Lifting off the ground, they flew over the village, heading north. Their symbiots flowed into one another and transformed into a large golden spaceship. Within seconds, the symbiots had reached the fleeing dragons.

  Barrack felt the symbiot flow over his dragon form, pulling him inside the spaceship. A moment later, Brogan was beside him. They both shifted again, unsure of where they would go. All they knew was that they as long as they remained on their home world, they – and their future true mate – would be in peril.

  “There are Spaceports on the edge of the galaxy that are seldom visited by our kind. We could hire out,” Brogan suggested.

  Barrack nodded, taking a seat in the chair that his symbiot formed. “We will stop and retrieve our stored items, then leave before anyone is the wiser,” he agreed. Their home had been deep in the mountains for several years now. They had moved there when they first felt the first hints of madness come upon them.

  Minutes later, they landed outside of the crude cottage they had built at the foot of the mountain near a wide river. They retrieved their clothing, food, tools, and weapons before returning to the symbiot spaceship.

  Barrack looked down as their symbiot ship rose. He reached up and rubbed his chest. This was the only home they had ever known. They had lived, worked, and fought here. He wasn’t sure if they would ever see Valdier or their parents again.

  “We will return,” Brogan said, looking down at the forest where they had made their home.

  “How can you be sure?” Barrack asked, looking at his brother.

  Brogan met his gaze. Barrack was shocked to see a haunted expression in his brother’s eyes. He reached out, shocked again when he felt an unfamiliar wall blocking him from seeing Brogan’s thoughts. He looked back at Brogan with a confused frown.

  “What did Aikaterina show you, Brogan?” Barrack asked.

  Brogan blinked and turned his head to stare out the window as they accelerated out into space. As they moved farther away from Valdier, Barrack waited, unsure if Brogan was going to answer him or simply continue to stare into the vastness of space.

  “She showed me our mate,” Brogan finally said, rising to his feet.

  Barrack turned and followed Brogan with his eyes as his brother disappeared through the doorway. For a moment, jealousy ate at him. He wanted to see their mate. He wondered why Aikaterina hadn’t shared the image with him. Then, the moment faded as he remembered the haunted look in Brogan’s eyes. There was something Brogan was not sharing with him, something important.

  Rising to his feet, he gazed out into space with a frown. This was the first time they hadn’t shared a secret. For some reason, Aikaterina must have decided only Brogan should know something about their true mate.

  “We will find her,” he murmured.

  I wait. Goddess say she need us, his dragon replied.

  Barrack blinked in surprise, feeling a warmth and excitement in his dragon that he had not felt in decades.

  “Yes, our mate will need us,” he agreed, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

  Aikaterina watched over the village. The villagers would remember killing the twin dragons. Their memories would be fragmented, blurred, but there would be the knowledge that the twin dragons were dead. There would be grief, and she would need to pay close attention to the young twins, just in case, but she had seen their mate and knew that they would be strong until they finally met her.

  The original twin dragons’ destinies were not yet set. They had centuries more to wait before their true mate would be born. She would have to give a guiding hand to help the threads of their lives intersect.

  Unfortunately, the intersection she could supply would be very short-lived. The threads of time would once again be restored and the incident that would have occurred today in the village would become their reality if the twin dragons could not convince their true mate that they belonged together in that time – and if she did not accept them unconditionally and of her own free will. If they tried to force Delilah against her will, the natural progression of their union would create ripples that could have devastating effects. If that should happen, she would be forced to release her control on the threads and allow history to continue in the natural order.

  Aikaterina rose in the air, allowing the gentle breeze to carry her. She must return to the Hive, the home she had made in the cavern offshore, and rest. It was a strain, holding onto the fabric of time. For her, time was irrelevant when calc
ulated in the terms of years. Still, she would feel this strain until the twin dragons’ mate was born. She only hoped that the twin dragons, especially Brogan, would survive that long.

  Chapter One

  Outer rim of Valdier - Centuries later:

  “Are you sure we were supposed to return here?” Barrack asked, pacing back and forth in the engine room of their spaceship.

  “You felt the pull as well. Our symbiots said this was where we were supposed to go,” Brogan’s muffled voice snapped in irritation. “Hand me the splicer.”

  Barrack grimaced and looked through the array of tools spread out across the floor. Currently, he could only see half of his brother’s body. The top half was under the power console that controlled the main engines.

  “I thought you already repaired this,” Barrack commented, handing Brogan the splicer.

  “I did. The damn part that two-faced Tiliqua sold to me was faulty. I knew I should have looked somewhere else. Those two-headed bastards are always looking to make a quick credit,” Brogan grumbled.

  “I told….” Barrack started to say before he clamped his lips tightly together when Brogan slid out from under the console and shot him a heated glare.

  “Not one word or I’ll let you repair it this time,” Brogan threatened.

  Barrack gave his brother a sour look. “You know I hate working on machines. They hate me too,” he retorted.

  Brogan snorted. “’Hate’ is a really mild version of the word I would use to describe you and anything to do with this spaceship,” he replied before pulling himself back under the console.

  “I can’t believe after all this time, we are finally going to meet our true mate,” Barrack said, lowering himself down until he was sitting on the floor next to his brother.

  “What you really mean is you can’t believe my dragon and I have kept our heads together this long without losing it,” Brogan said.

  Barrack chuckled. “That too,” he admitted, leaning his head back. “What do you think she is like? Is she from our village or the city? Do you really think that she can handle both of us? Goddess! Just the thought of her between us makes me hard.”