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  1. The First and The Last
  2. 1. One
  3. 2. Two
  4. 3. Three
  5. 4. Four
  6. 5. Five
  7. 6. Six
  8. 7. Seven
  9. AFTERWARD
  10. 9. Nine
  11. 10. Ten
  12. 11. Eleven
  13. 12. Twelve
  14. 13. Thirteen
  15. 14. Fourteen
  16. 15. Fifteen
  17. 16. Sixteen
  18. 17. Seventeen
  19. 18. Eighteen
  20. 19. Nineteen
  21. 20. Twenty
  22. 21. Twenty One
  23. AFTERWORD
  24. ABOUT THE FIRST AND THE LAST
  25. A LITTLE ABOUT ME

“I can’t believe it,” he cried happily. “Can you believe it? What an amazing coincidence?”

I started to laugh.

A coincidence?

No.

I suddenly saw things clearly. It was no coincidence. Far from it. It had always been Jules and me. Always. It had always been me and Jules over here, and all other people over there. That’s how it always was. That’s how it would always be. Of course he was mine. And of course I was his. We were mates. We’d been mates since before I could remember.

Best mates.

Fated mates.

Soulmates.

“It’s only ever been you for me, Jules. Only you. You’re the first man I’ve ever loved.”

One eyebrow shot up and the other was drawn down low. A devilish grin spread all over his face. “I might be your first, but I’m also your last.”

There was no way I could argue. “Yeah, you are, Jules. You’re the first and the last.”

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We spent the next few days close to each other. Very close. As close as two people can get. We spent hours in bed. We sucked and stroked and fucked until the bond between us changed from feeling abstract to real. Something with a life of its own. When we closed our eyes, we were both sure we could see it. In the beginning it seemed to reflect light like a prism—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. At first, the colors were soft, opaque pastels. As the days wore on, they gained clarity and saturation. Jules and I both felt the colors reflected our feelings and moods. It flashed yellow, orange, and green when we ran as wolves. Yellow for happiness. Orange for energy. Green for nature and new beginnings. Blue when we were spent and felt totally calm. And red, well, most of the time, the bond glowed red. Red for passion, red for lust, and, most of all, red for love.

We stayed in bed for hours each day and at night we ran shoulder to shoulder through the forest. We ran past the river and up the hill to the highest peak. We scrambled up the rocks until we got to the very top. When we did, we raised our heads and told the moon that we’d mated. The moon is a mysterious mistress. She always has been. Still, Jules and I were both certain she shone her light on us and smiled as she imbued our union with magick.

20. Twenty

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On the fifth day after we mated, I woke up with a start. I shot up in bed and said, “We have to go home. Now. Today. We have to go home.”

I said it before I’d woken up properly. I didn’t know how or why, but I could feel it. We had to go back.