The Burning Claw (The Grey Wolves #10)(71)

“Are you ready?” Reneth, the elven holy man asked.
“I was ready several centuries ago, Ren. At this point, I am way past ready,” Thalion said as he stared intently at Cyn. Most women would blush, having a man as handsome and confident as the Prince of the elves staring at them like they were his favorite meal, but Cyn wasn’t most women.
She welcomed his attention. The fae are not bashful by nature, and so it never occurred to her that she should be embarrassed by his attention. She certainly wasn’t embarrassed now because she was pretty sure she was looking at him with just as much eagerness.
“Thalion, Prince of elves, rightful ruler of the realm, you have chosen Cyn, warrior of the fae, to be your mate.”
“I have,” Thalion confirmed. 
“You recognize that she cannot bear the title of princess or queen because she is not of our blood?”
“I do.”
“Cyn, warrior of the fae, you have accepted Prince Thalion’s request that you become his mate.”
“I have,” Cyn said. Her heart was pounding in her chest a million beats per second.
“You accept that your role will be as a consort and as an ambassador between the Elfin people and the fae.”
“I do.”
Reneth pause and pulled a gold cord from his robe. Just as he was about to step forward, a bright light began to glow behind him. They had to shield their eyes for a moment until the light faded. Once it receded, they saw who was standing there and immediately bowed their heads.
“Great Luna,” Reneth said as he stepped aside and motioned for her to come forward. The goddess moved with a grace that was as fluid as water and light seemed to follow her even as the shadows shied away from her.
She held her hand out to the holy man. “If I may.”
“Of course,” he said holding the golden rope out to her.
She took it in her hand and turned back to Thalion and Cyn. She smiled at them like a proud mother smiles at her children.
“If you would allow me, I would like to be the one to bind your souls,” she told them.
“We would be honored,” Thalion said as he bowed his head even deeper.
The Great Luna motioned for them to hold out their hands to one another. Then she held each of their wrists, bringing them closer together until the elf and fae clasped hands. Then she took the golden cord and began to wrap it around their joined hands. “I bind thee, Thalion, of the elves, to Cyn, of the fae. Though you are two different species, your souls are one. Together, you are strong. Do not let anything or anyone break apart what I have bound together. Let this be a reminder to you in dark times that you are not alone.”
Cyn gasped as she watched the gold cord absorb into their flesh until it appeared as though it had been tattooed there. She looked up at Thalion and saw that he was just as surprised.
“Evil is knocking on the doorsteps to your kingdoms. Stand fast and do not open it. Cling to one another. Serve your people in order to lead them and they will fight with you.” She stepped back and then smiled at them as the warmth of her light surrounded them. “This is a good union  . Remember to be kind to each other. Remember to choose love when it’s easier to choose to give up. Remember that you are no longer your own. You belong to each other. What you have is precious. It is a covenant between you both and myself. Protect it, nurture it, and fight for it.”
And then, the light and the goddess were gone just as quickly as they’d appeared.
Thalion turned back to Cyn and looked at their arms bearing the matching gold cord markings. “I have to say, that is a first.”
“The union   between a fae and an elf is also a first. We’ve been blessed and bound by the moon goddess,” Cyn said, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.
“I’ve been telling you for centuries that you were meant to be mine, woman. This could have happened a long time ago and we’d have little babes running around everywhere by now,’’ Thalion growled, though he had a teasing glint in his eye.
“Perhaps,” Cyn agreed. “Or mayhap it couldn’t have happened until now because it had to happen at the right time.”
“Will you always argue with everything I say?” he asked, pulling her closer.
“If everything you say is incorrect, then yes.”
“Dually noted. Now allow me to kiss you for the first time as my consort.” Thalion took her face in his hands and tilted it up. He looked into her eyes and Cyn felt the love in his gaze. Thalion whispered something in the elven language before pressing his lips to hers.Cyn felt something inside of her shift, as if her soul recognized Thalion as a part of her now. They were one.
When they pulled apart, he grinned at her like a schoolboy. He looked young again, as if all the weariness that he’d been carrying had finally been lifted. “An elf prince and a fae warrior,” he whispered against her lips.
“Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke,” Cyn smiled back.
Thalion tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “Or the beginning of a really good adventure.”
Chapter 24
“There are no words to describe what it feels like when something has been taken from you that you can never get back. Certain things in this life are attached to the core of who we are. When those things are shaken, cracks form in the foundation, and cracks cause weakness in the entire structure. I have cracks in the structure of my being. My foundation has been shaken and I’m no longer standing on solid ground. I’m so scared I’m going to come crashing down.” ~Sally
Sally’s hands trembled as she sat on the couch waiting for Costin to return with Titus. She missed him desperately, but she felt so unworthy to be his mother. He deserved someone stronger— just as Costin deserved a mate who wouldn’t have forgotten him.
She pressed her forehead to her hands and tried to hold herself together. Something she’d been trying to do since Peri had flashed her and Costin home. She felt like she was fighting a losing battle. One minute, she was able to accept Costin’s words as truth, and the next she was drowning in shame and doubt.
Before she knew it, she was on her knees in the quiet of her suite, once again being tossed about in the storm of her emotions. Sally felt as if there was a noose around her neck, and it got tighter every time she remembered anything involving her and Jericho. Why couldn’t she just forget? Why did she have to go through this?
“Why, why, why,” she whispered into the carpet as she pounded it with her fist. She just wanted to know why her and what good could possibly come from something so awful?
She didn’t hear the door open or the sound of feet walking across the floor. Sally was too absorbed in her own turmoil. It wasn’t until she felt two small hands reach down and frame her face, gently tugging her up, that she realized she wasn’t alone.
Titus, with his beautiful smile and gentle spirit, met her tear filled gaze. How could he look at her with such wonder and awe? How could his innocent hands touch one so very dirty?
“I knew you’d come back, Mommy,” Titus said. He wiped the tears from her eyes with his small hands and then wrapped his arms around her neck. Sally’s arms enveloped him, and though she didn’t deserve to hold him, she had to. She needed to feel that pure, untainted love of a child. 
“My angel came and saw me,” he whispered in her ear as he hugged her “She said I needed to tell you something.”
“What did she want you to tell me, sweet boy?” Sally whispered back.
“She said she weeps with you. She bears your pain and sorrow. She longs to heal each hurt. When you feel all alone, she’s still there beside you.”
Tears continued to stream down Sally’s face as she soaked in the words that the Great Luna had given to her son.
“How did you remember all that?” she asked quietly.
Titus pulled back to look at her face. “She told me that it was important I remember. So I did.”
Sally stared at him, taking it all in. This was their son. He’d been given to them and she was in awe that she’d been entrusted with his life.
“I missed you, Titus,” she told him. “I know we haven’t gotten to spend a lot of time together, but we will.”
“Of course, we will.” He grinned at her and patted her cheek. “You came back for me and Daddy. Because we need you. Daddy is great, but you make us shine. Without you, it gets kind of dark.”
Sally tugged him close again and held him as though her life depended on it. “You shine because you are special. I don’t make you shine, love. I can only help you to shine brighter.”
Sally felt Costin’s hand run down her hair as he sat on the couch next to where she still knelt.
“You are my only light. Without you, I am in utter darkness,” Costin told her through their bond.
“I’m not anyone’s light at this point. I’m a mess.”
“Maybe, but you’re my mess. And I love you. You’re beautiful. I adore you as does our son.”
Costin’s words were like a tiny balm to a gaping wound, but they were a start. And where else can you begin to heal than at the start?
Jen clung to her mate as the night faded away into morning. She’d slept very little; her head was too full of worry. It had been a long time since Jen had felt such heaviness inside of her. But no matter how she tried to find the good in all they’d been through, all she could see was Sally’s devastated face.