Warrior's Moon

“Thank you,” Shona said.

What did that mean? Why was she thanking him? Did she want to be a Balmoral? She’d said she would marry him. She would not go back on her word. Even if he had six years ago.

He would freely admit to himself, if no one else, that Shona was made of stronger stuff than even a Chrechte warrior could lay claim to.

“There is a story behind a Chrechte of honor who did not know he had a mate, or a son, much less a daughter to claim, the last time I saw him a month ago.”

Shona nodded. “There is.”

“That this same man I have considered both friend and courageous warrior somehow executed the bond between sacred mates and then allowed you to become separated is an unarguable truth.”

Caelis would not deny it. “Aye.”

“He intended to marry me,” Shona offered, surprising Caelis. “Our laird denied Caelis’s request for permission to do so, however.”

“And rather than leave with you, he stayed with the Fearghall.” Lachlan gave Caelis a look that made him feel like squirming.

But nothing compared to that moment he thought his son had denied him.

“Aye,” Caelis answered, though the question was not for him. “By my own stupidity, I lost my true mate for six long years.”

It got no easier to admit upon repeating.

“That would explain your celibacy. I wondered if you were not simply a more dedicated warrior than most,” Lachlan mused.

Shona made a small sound of distress. He looked down at her. “What is the matter?”

“That time is over. We are to be wed now. This is the matter of importance, not the past.”

“Is it?” Lachlan asked.

Shona nodded most earnestly at the Balmoral laird. “It is.”

“You would accept his suit for your hand?”

“I already have.”

“And yet he still brought his intentions before your family.”

Shona looked up at Caelis, her eyes shining with gratified pleasure. “Aye.”

Finally, he had done something right.

Lachlan nodded and met Caelis’s gaze. “You have shifted from Fearghall to Cahir, embracing every sacrifice necessary, training with total dedication to protect all Chrechte. Your plans and destiny are to serve our people with your life, but none of that justifies dismissing the needs of your mate. Remember that.”

Lady Emily nodded, giving her husband and true mate a loving look.

Caelis could not disagree with the sentiment, but questioned his true dedication to it. Shona had agreed to marry him, but she had also made it clear she had no desire to return to the MacLeod clan.

Could he turn away from one destiny for the sake of another?

The simple answer was that if he honestly intended to put Shona’s needs foremost in his mind, if he were to honor the sacred mating he had been blessed with, Caelis did not have a choice.

“No!” Shona spun to face him. “Stop thinking in this manner, Caelis. I insist!”

“What are you talking about?” Audrey asked, looking askance at both Caelis and Shona.

Shona was wringing her hands and frowning. “He believes that in order to serve our mating best he must give up his destiny to take the MacLeod clan from Uven, but that is not true.”

Caelis expected Lachlan to get angry that he would even consider such a thing, but the older laird merely asked, “Why do you believe this?”

“Shona does not want to return to the MacLeod.” And finally, he must stop ignoring that truth.

“That is not true,” his mate immediately and vehemently disagreed.

Caelis turned to her in shock. He had never known her to lie, but she’d made no secret of her feelings. So, how could he believe her words now, no matter how his senses told him she spoke the truth?

“I did not wish to return to the clan with Uven as laird. Even in my own mind, I had not made that distinction until now, but Caelis, you must believe me. I loved our clan, I love our people and I would serve them with you, by your side.”

“So, you would marry this man despite a past that left you alone with a child by him?” Lachlan pressed.

Caelis would knock the laird back on his ass, but for the fact he appreciated Shona’s newly discovered family showing such protectiveness toward her.

Shona nodded, her small, feminine body held tight with sincerity. “I would.”

“Our priest will bless your union before the evening meal,” Lachlan announced.

Caelis expected Shona to balk. Tradition dictated marriage Masses be performed in the morning. She was one who liked to make her plans and she’d been appalled by the speed and lack of ceremony associated with Audrey and Vegar’s wedding.

But she smiled wide. “That would be lovely. Will the priest speak a blessing over Vegar and Audrey’s wedding as well, do you think?”

Audrey sucked in an excited breath. “Oh, would he?”

Lady Emily smiled, her brown eyes sparkling. “I am sure he would. He is quite accustomed to unorthodox weddings.”

Both Shona and Audrey showed delight at this answer.

“Why do we need a blessing?” Vegar asked, looking bewildered.

Audrey crossed her arms and gave a glare that no doubt did Shona proud. “So we can tell our children about something other than a laird’s words while you stood ready to come to blows on the stairway.”

* * *

Shona stood before the Balmoral priest, ready to speak her vows with Caelis. Meeting Lachlan had been amazing and wonderful. To know she had family that cared, to know her children had had options for safety even before fate had brought Caelis back into her life gave her such a sense of peace.

But she did not want to stay on Balmoral Island, despite the beauty and obvious closeness of the clan, or the fact that their laird claimed her as family.

Her future and the future of their children lay with Caelis and his destiny to protect his people and the humans of the MacLeod clan from the false doctrines of the Fearghall. It was her destiny as well. She could feel the truth of that deep in her soul.

It would take those not of the Faol to turn the thinking of the Chrechte among the MacLeod clan from the misguided teachings of the Fearghall. Those wolf shifters would not come to see humans or the Ean as individuals worthy of life, much less respect if Uven succeeded in pushing all but the Faol from the clan.

She and her children would make the Faol stop and think about all they had been taught by that deceiving blackguard. Vegar’s strength and honor as a warrior would challenge their beliefs that the Ean were the ones to be despised as lesser Chrechte.

But in this moment, her destiny was not paramount. The vows she would speak were. And everything within Shona longed to make these promises before God and man with her warrior, to bind them together with the ties of law and honor.

The priest said the wedding Mass with warm feeling, his attitude that of a friend though they’d never met before Lachlan had introduced them.

The homily he spoke about marriage was both moving and funny, but all laughter faded as he led Caelis to speak first his vows and then Shona to utter hers.

Caelis maintained eye contact through each word, reminding Shona that no matter who was there as witness, the ones who truly mattered were her and him.

The priest spoke his blessing over both newly married couples before the clan celebrated the marriage of their laird’s newly discovered cousin.

* * *

Shona faced Caelis in the tower room Lady Emily had offered for their wedding night.