Sam’s wings flared wide at his father’s words. “Seraphim do not have mates.” His father smiled sadly. “Every day, your mother visited the Hall of Fates to watch you, and every day her heart broke more and more. She knew a piece of your soul had died and petitioned Moira to grant you a mate. Her hope was that a mate would help you heal and give you a reason to live, not just exist.”
