I thought surviving Mythspell would be the hard part. Then our journey took us into the frozen mountains of Riverbourne and straight into the one place Koan never wanted to see again. Mistfort was his home, but no one was happy to welcome him back. Old grudges turned dangerous, familiar faces knew secrets he refused to share, and suddenly the fiercest man I knew looked like he would rather face an army than his own past. Being trapped alone with one enormous, infuriating bear shifter should have made things easier. It absolutely did not.
Especially when Koan and I had already crossed a line neither of us knew how to uncross. He insisted duty had to come first. I was increasingly certain I hated that word. Between stolen moments, heated arguments, a secluded waterfall, and far too much time together with nowhere to hide, every wall between us started to crack. But the closer I got to the man beneath the scars, the more I realized there were wounds even the Iron Fur could not fight their way through, and some of them had begun long before I ever met him.
And Koan was not the only thing I had to worry about. A letter I was never meant to read hinted at a ritual waiting for me at Daybreak, while my own magic was becoming stronger and far less theoretical. I was learning to control the fire instead of simply surviving it, even as every mile brought us closer to whatever the Goddess had planned for me. For now, though, there was a snowbound mountain, a dangerous hometown, one stubborn bear determined to keep me safe, and the increasingly impossible question of what would happen when protecting me meant eventually letting me go.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Especially when Koan and I had already crossed a line neither of us knew how to uncross. He insisted duty had to come first. I was increasingly certain I hated that word. Between stolen moments, heated arguments, a secluded waterfall, and far too much time together with nowhere to hide, every wall between us started to crack. But the closer I got to the man beneath the scars, the more I realized there were wounds even the Iron Fur could not fight their way through, and some of them had begun long before I ever met him.
And Koan was not the only thing I had to worry about. A letter I was never meant to read hinted at a ritual waiting for me at Daybreak, while my own magic was becoming stronger and far less theoretical. I was learning to control the fire instead of simply surviving it, even as every mile brought us closer to whatever the Goddess had planned for me. For now, though, there was a snowbound mountain, a dangerous hometown, one stubborn bear determined to keep me safe, and the increasingly impossible question of what would happen when protecting me meant eventually letting me go.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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