The orc warrior says I'm his... soulmate?
A long time ago, my father sold my sister to an orc. I haven't heard from her since, but I am determined to find her and bring her home. During my first week on the road north, however, I cross paths with a massively tall Orc Guardian who claims I'm his... fated mate.
Magnus the Wolf says I'm coming with him, and he won't take no for an answer.
Hm. Maybe getting kidnapped by a big, muscular orc who wants to marry me isn't the worst thing that could happen. After he brings me back to his clanlands, I can find my sister and we can flee the Orc Realm together. No looking back.
But the first time Magnus kisses me, the whole world fades and I find myself yearning for his touch. I also find myself wondering if maybe, just maybe, escape isn't the answer.