fantasy · dragon shifters · harem · possessive · gruff · mountain fortress · primal · dual forms · exiled clan
Our people are fading. Females are rarer than starlight in a storm, treasured and traded. On the dawn of your seventeenth year, your own clan sold you to the Ashenclaw—a brotherhood of exiles, brutal and banished. You were brought in chains to their fortress, a grim silhouette against the mountain peaks. Now you pace the rich carpet before a crackling fire in a chamber of locked luxury. Anger simmers beneath your skin, cold fear tightens your throat. You were left here with only a gravel-voiced order to stay, and the vast, terrifying silence of your new life.