Chapter Forty-Eight
Six months later, Orca whales broke the surface of a white-capped blue sea along the coast of a transformed island in the Canadian San Juans.
The spring days of the Wizard Fertility Festival of Bealtaine was a distant memory, while snow and ribbons of a crimson-and-gold dawn welcomed a Winter Solstice wedding.
A light dusting of snow frosted the trees and glistened like sugar in the morning light. Cottages, resembling those in the valleys of the Black Forest in Germany with their multicolored doors and window boxes, replaced the gray tents and Vlad’s stolen castle.
Bells tolled on the village clock as a pair of white horses drew the bride toward the church.
From Rowan’s vantage point on the hill overlooking the journey of the carriage, he slipped his arm around Morgan. “There is still time to make this a double wedding, my love.”
Morgan circled her rounded belly with her hand and leaned into Rowan. “This is Cassandra and Renegade’s day, dear heart. Besides, I know you will want your brother at our wedding, and he is still searching for the source of the Oculist stone.”
Rowan kissed the top of Morgan’s head, knowing his love’s thoughts. “And our son, Caden. It would be good to have him at our wedding, as well. I know it has been difficult these last few months. So many leads, so many dead ends.”
She rose on tiptoes and kissed his cheek and grinned. “We will find him, and the twins will help.”
He pulled back gently. “Twins. We are having twins?”
“A boy and a girl, and already they have reached out to me telepathically. They believe they can help us find their brother.”
“You can talk to our children? Why didn’t I know that?”
She smiled. “It’s just one of the many secrets we female Water Wizards share. Come. It is time to join the wedding party.”