He claimed he was holding off for his mate; He was waiting to shrivel and die.

The Moon Goddess was a sadistic bitch. She liked to toy with her subjects. Torture them. She played games when it came to mating. There was rarely a mutual recognition, an instant connection of souls, but instead, only coincidences that became patterns, and puzzles that stretched out until the penny dropped. No direct answers, just subtle clues. Sometimes there would be a gravitating effect; paths would cross over and over, distance be damned. Others, it was a scent so unique, so otherworldly, there was nothing else it could be. It was different for everybody....