Fighting is all I've ever known.
War and bloodshed were my meat and drink.
Until the human Wendy came to dinner...
On the eve of the war with the Dark Elves, I believed I would die before finding my mate.
I was wrong. Very wrong.
Wendy is the leader of the human forces.
She brings fire. Charm. Spirit.
And curves that make my blood boil.
I can smell her scent and it awakens my need.
Hardens my desire.
First, I will claim this warrior woman as my mate.
Then, she and I will wield our weapons together to defeat our enemies.
Once we have achieved victory together...
Then, like a good wife, she will polish my sword. And put it away.
Where it belongs.