Two Souls by L.A. Borgaard (phonics reading books .txt) 📕

Their surprise at seeing her gave her enough time to reach the cage they had locked him in and before they regained their senses, throw open the door and release him.

She'd turned away when the screams began.

He had killed them all, he and the female they had trapped with him. Men could be so foolish in their actions. She had seen their intentions before releasing him, both those of the innocent and those of the knowing. He was not an animal to be mated.

He was white even then, though not near as white as he was now. The female was not, nor was she a shifter. She stayed with them for a while after her release, until they came upon the scent of a true male Bengal.

It was two years before Jacob showed her his true form, but then, she couldn’t see his human form any more than she could see him as a tiger. The color of his coat, she could feel; it was the color of his soul that she saw, a pale rose.

Sometime in the six centuries they had been together, she grew to love him as more than companion and lover. He was a part of her now and she didn’t know how she would cope with the loss that was soon coming.

She thought about the dream that woke her. It had been Jacob’s voice but not his body, not his scent. What did it mean? She reached up to his face and when her fingers came into contact with his skin, his eyes sprang open.

"Two into one," he gasped and pulled her into his arms.

*

He shuddered as he held her tight in his arms, the dream still fresh in his mind, and stared down at his arms and hands. His skin was bronze, stretched tight over strong muscles, but the dream, his hands were different in the dream.

He had been holding her, caressing her back with his fingers; long, slender, fair fingers. They were his but they were not. It was as though he had been encompassed inside another. Two souls inhabiting the same body, but it wasn't two souls. They were two souls melded into one. Could that be done?

He felt her move against his chest, her fingers still resting on his cheek and took a deep breath. What had he said on waking? "Two into one." What did that mean?

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's nothing. I had a dream, that's all."

He continued to hold her and thought about his decision to take her as mate. He had known that she would not give him her soul, that there would always be a void but had made the decision regardless. He had taken two years to reveal himself to her and in that time his love for her had grown. There was to be no other for him.

She had given him all but her soul. He knew why. He was not the first for her, nor would he be the last. Her life span far exceeded his own.

"I think I had the same dream," she said and he twitched in surprise.

"What dream did you have?"

Her fingers moved against his cheek, up along his temple, feeling the contours of his face. "It was you, but it was not you. I think that more than your death waits for us in the land of the elves."

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Publication Date: 04-11-2010

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