On Volcaryth, love is not whispered, it’s carved in scales and flame. I will scorch worlds before yielding what is mine.
I am forged in fire and blood, born to defend my people with blade and claw. Duty shaped me. But nothing could prepare me for Orla, a human scientist, so delicate and stubborn, who stumbles into our most sacred ritual and upends every law that binds me.
She is not Drakarn. She is fragile, an outsider, forbidden. Yet her scent unravels me. One look, and my fate is sealed, I am hers, body and soul.
My instincts demand I protect her, keep her close, claim her in the primal way of my kind. The bond between us is unyielding. I would lock her away from every enemy, teach her our secrets, wrap her in my wings and my arms. Every brush of her skin turns my restraint to ash.
To love her is treason. To lose her is unthinkable.
Now, as the River’s Run Festival ignites our world and enemies close in, I will fight for her against blood, tradition, and fate itself. The temple wants her dead. My people call her threat.
But she is my mate. My obsession. My heart’s flame.
Let them come. I will not let her go.