By
the time Galen Olaf-kin woke up and smelled the spiced ale, it was too late,
and he never finished the wicked deed for which he stood trial. Banished from
his home, he flees to the forest, taking nothing but the unwanted infant he's
rescued. Perhaps the legends are true and the Forest Lord will take them both
in – he's said to give sanctuary to outcasts, but none of the stories mention
the naughty, tempting things he whispers, or that he shares Galen's forbidden passions.
Lord
Erik rolls his eyes at the prophecy that states when human hands deliver a babe
to the forest he’ll meet the mate destined to reunite forest folk with
humankind. What interest has he in a child? The handsome human that brings the
babe is another matter entirely, and a little thing like destiny won't stand in
Erik's way of claiming the golden-haired Galen as his own. Or will it?
Sometimes prophecies are overrated, legends
incomplete, and heroes not always the sharpest swords in the scabbard.
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