Page 2 of True Calling

“Why does that name sound familiar to me?” Zotol asked to no one in particular, then continued to read.

Garth has done so much for so many and never asks for anything in return, but we really wanted to do something for him for a change. I know I’m rambling, but let me explain. There are seven of us living in our home. Besides Garth, there is myself, Bo, along with my mate Trevor. There is also, Linus and his mate Nolan, then there is Chance and his mate Micah. Since we’re on the paranormal internet, I feel safe in saying we are all shifters.

“We have a paranormal internet?” Zotol asked in surprise.

Xolin laughed as he dug, “Of course we do, my love. We’ve had it since the internet came about.”

“I had no idea.” Zotol said.

“Big surprise there.” Xolin said with a teasing tone.

“But I thought you wanted to help everyone. This internet is very limited isn’t it?” Zotol asked.

Rolling his eyes, Xolin replied, “That’s why I also have a Fantasy website on the human internet as well.”

Giving a nod, Zotol went back to his reading.

Garth has brought us all together. He rescued each and every one of us from fates worse than death. Many of us were living on the streets doing things we are not really proud of and some were in situations where abuse was the norm. I won’t go into our sob stories, but suffice it to say, Garth not only saved our lives, but created lives for us that none of us would have thought possible. He brought us to his home and called it ours. He has fed and clothed each and every one of us and he has never asked for anything in return. Now I know you’re wondering how we have our fated mates and we were all saved, but Garth is a special kind of shifter and he just seems to know where a mate can be found, and with our recovery, he introduced us to the loves of our lives. The thing is, he can’t do the same for himself and we want to do something to help him. We are a family and we love each other as family does, but we want Garth to have that something more... that something wonderful... that something special that the rest of us have with our own fated mates. Please, Fantasy, if you could make our wish come true, we are asking that you bring Garth his fated mate so he can know that all powerful and glorious love that we have because of him.

Thank you for your time,

Bo

“Wow.” Zotol murmured.

Xolin sniffled, as he slowly started to bring something from deep in the ground. “I know right? How could we not help? I figured I could find the mate with a spell my father taught me many years ago. Normally I wouldn’t do this, but I think we need to. I feel a push that this wish must be granted. So, I’ll do the spell and you can bring the two together somehow.”

Nodding, Zotol replied, “You do your mumbo jumbo spell and then I’ll have a name to discover who he is and how I can make that happen, because I’m with you. This wish needs to be granted. Besides, I really think I know this Garth, but it’s from so long ago I can’t be sure.”

“Tell me about the man you think it is.” Xolin requested as he carefully dug deeper.

“If it’s the guy I remember, he was really a great guy. A dragon shifter if I’m not mistaken. He helped me out when I was in a bind and allowed me to bunk at his place for a bit. Never asked for a thing, and come to think of it, he was the guy that told me to go to Carmarthen and I would find what I was looking for there. He was right.” Zotol said looking at his mate lovingly. “That’s where I found you.”

“It sounds like it has to be the same guy, Zotol. According to Bo, Garth can find mates and he directed you to me. No wonder I feel so compelled to make this wish come true.” Xolin said as he started tugging on something.

“Well then, we need that flower. I have a debt to try and repay. Not that there’s any price in this world or any other that can be repaid for bringing you into my life.” Zotol rasped.

Smiling wide, Xolin lifted the flower he had been searching for. “I’ve got it.”

Quickly, Zotol opened a portal to their home and they both rushed inside. Going to Xolin’s spell room, Zotol noticed a pot boiling along with a foggy green smoke billowing out. Xolin handed the flower to Zotol, “Hold this for me and when I nod, drop it into the pot.”

“Okay.” Zotol replied.

“A penny that has soaked in rosemary oil, a pinch of caraway seed, elder, and a few strands of vetiver. I’m going to start the chant, and when I’m ready I’ll give you the signal.” Xolin said.

Nodding, Zotol replied, “I’m ready to drop the flower.”

“Not before my nod, Zotol. I would hate for this to go wrong and you become impotent or something.” Xolin stated firmly.

Zotol used his other hand to cup his family jewels.

Xolin laughed, “I’m only kidding, you big lug. I would never do anything to jeopardize that glorious tool of yours.”

Rolling his eyes, Zotol said, “That’s not something to joke about.”

“Quit being a stick in the mud and let me do my work.” Xolin said with a laugh.

Xolin added a couple of other things and then started to recite, “Bound and binding, binding bound, See the sight, hear the sound. What soul mate was lost, now is found. Bound and binding, binding bound.”