As a young stag-shifter, all Pembroke dreams of is being harnessed to Santa’s sleigh. Yet his world comes crashing down when Santa is slain by the imposter Frost.<br><br>War erupts in the Arctic Circle, pitting elf against reindeer, and Pembroke is sent on a perilous mission. If he fails, his herd will be lost. When the mission goes awry, the stag-shifter must put his trust in an unlikely ally.<br><br>Where does one turn in a land of ice and blood? What happens when the enemy infiltrates your heart? What begins as a wavering alliance just might take Pembroke farther than he ever imagined.

Sugar Plum'd

Kassel sat perched in human form. His skin, dark like his midnight coat, dripped sweat, his eyes still large and liquid. His crown of horns was still there. Kassel was a reindeer who no matter how much dust he ingested, couldn’t fully transform into human.


Never for Kassel; he wore it as an honor.


“Why have to exist in another creature’s form?” he had always said.


Pembroke didn’t mind. Even with his forever stag head adorning the top of his human body, Kassel never looked anything but regal. Even in the weaker human form, his body possessed the power of coiled muscles stretching on a skeleton built from long tundra hikes alone, far beyond their herd’s complex.


Pembroke gulped in the warm air, feeling it splash down his insides like falling streams of tinsel.


Pembroke’s cock rose stiff between his fuzzy thighs.


Kassel got up from the mattress, a little ungainly. Pembroke could tell it had been awhile since Kassel had transformed.


Chapter 3