The forest was a blur of white and green as Thygon moved, silent among the snow-dusted pines. Every snap of a branch, every faint gust of wind against the treetops, was a warning—and yet he welcomed it. He needed to be close, and the trail of the fleeing child was faint, fragile, almost invisible to …
Thygon moved through the antechamber like a shadow, silent and deliberate. The stench of blood and iron filled the air, clinging to his senses, but he hardly noticed. His eyes were fixed on Veronica's still form, the faint rise and fall of her chest a cruel tease against the finality he knew was coming. He …
Veronica lay dying on the floor of the antechamber, blood leaking and slowly flowing out of her. Two-thirds of her coven slaughtered and her daughter now missing. She was weak...Fragile...Vulnerable...mostly violated. It didn't matter anymore. It was the least of her worries. She felt like a failure for not protecting her people. They lay dead …
When hunters slaughter a hidden coven and leave ruin in their wake, Thygon-a hardened Viking warrior bound by honor and shadow-arrives too late to save the woman who defied death itself to protect her child. Veronica's final act is not one of surrender, but of legacy, and it binds Thygon to a promise that will alter the course of his life forever.