A/N: Here's the beginning of an ending! I'm super happy to be releasing this sequel, and for those who haven't read Bonded For Life, well go and read it, otherwise you'll just be confused. I should mention that, since Cynbel and Candace are no longer fighting for their lives (or are they?) there will be situations (*wink*) that are considered adult situations. So please, if your, like, fourteen, you shouldn't be reading this (sorry). But I can't force people to not read what they want to read, so if you can handle the heat then please by all means keep reading. I should, also, mention that there will be no warning for when these situations occur, cause I like the element of surprise (mwahaha) which is why I'm telling all of you this now. So, enjoy and stick around until the end.

Bonded For Life: the Clan of Resurrection

Prologue

-Two years before the Cholula Pyramid's destruction-

Every two years, during the yautja mating season, all clans would gather at their home planet to partake in momentous festivals and celebrations, giving thanks to their God of Hunt and just as much to their God of Death.

It is during this time that Nefertari, a female warrior of the R'ka clan, seeks out the male she wanted for almost two centuries. It was ragingly upsetting when he pair bonded with that nutcase Boudicca, but she is dead and Nefertari had respectively waited long enough that she could mate with Cynbel without retribution. And it has to be him.

There are few yautja like him and out of the whole species he is the one chosen by the Black Warrior. He is a prodigy, the rare specimens that appear once in a few millennia. In her perspective, none could match in strength, intelligence, and beauty.

She had to have him, but first she needs to find him. Unfortunately she had missed the opening ceremony of the mating season, due to her mission being a tad longer than expected. And he, for once in fifteen years, shown up at the ceremony and now he has become a recluse once more.

Cynbel sits, back hunched, on the floor of his personal armory once more shining a dagger, his least favorite weapon. Afif stands at the doorway watching this depressed creature anguish in isolation. He knew there were no words that could cheer his heart, especially on this weeklong event.

Nonetheless he would attempt to beckon his brother to his natural instincts. Boudicca died thirty years ago, and it is becoming progressively difficult to keep the females at bay; especially Nefertari. They wanted to mate with Cynbel and as a non-bonded yautja he had a duty to fulfill-yet he remains in this tedious place. The only way he wouldn't have to sire their children is if the Elder banned it, which he won't.

"Leave me Afif. As I have said countless times before, I will not be partaking in the mating rituals." Cynbel sneers.

And Afif could do nothing but solemnly nod and leave him be.