Leeshtala must find a ring mate by her sixteenth birthday or risk her parent's choosing a mate for her, or worse, becoming an outcast. But the only mate she wants is Rikk and he only has eyes for her best friend Thieslen. Thieslen won't intentionally stand in her way, but she's standing there nonetheless. What is she to do? She's running out of time. The sorceress may be her only hope for a happy ending. Will she risk everything to seek out the sorceress and obtain the potion that can change her life?
Her instinct is to heal. Her quest is to find a mate to ensure the survival of her species. She is the last of her kind with knowledge of healing, and she is being hunted.
Called to the city of Turnings to heal a sick child, Salacial finds the mate she seeks amidst the enemies who hunt her. Survival rides a destiny over which she has little control. Her fellow creatures fear her, and the male who can unravel the past hates her as the spawn of the devil.
He immediately left the area of his brain reporting current action and position, and zeroed in on etiquette, searching desperately for information on when, how, why, and where to ask your date what she is having. He stared at her blankly. Finding absolutely nothing in the recesses of his brain regarding this subject, he switched to psychology. What did she mean? Why did she say that? What did she want? Just what was she trying to tell him? He studied her facial expression and body language. He looked deeply into her eyes. Whoops! That was a mistake. He defaulted to apology and acceptance. "I'm sorry sweetheart, what are you having?"