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

His human thighs, covered in tight black curls, flopped open, his cock sprung and heavy, fell against abs stacked like a chimney bricks, up to the set of his heaving pecs. Pembroke’s eyes searched the herd.


He searched his skin, though his muscles were splattered in elf blood, there were no icicle punctures.


Pembroke looked back up into the at the eyes of his herd, all bright with worry and horror.


Pembroke was confused; normally after his Change he was met with the adulation of antler crowns bowed and fists thrown in the air in silent cheers. But not this time. All their ears were pinned back. Their front legs were twitching, digging at the ground in the beginnings of lunging attacks


Those in their human form were gripping the salvaged pitchforks and aiming them past Pembroke’s shoulders.


Like a shattered ornament, a heap of ruffles and ice crystals lay beside him.


Chapter 6