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

“We’ve arrived,” Monte bellowed, carefully lifting the edge of a tent flap.


They lowered Pembroke. As soon as his bare soles touched the warm pine needles, he collapsed onto all fours. His breath assaulted by the heavy air, pregnant with moisture. They could’ve been caught in a cloud.


Steam rose from hidden vents channeling the heat up.


Pembroke heard the twins slipping out of their walrus blubber jumpsuits and unbuckling their ice skates turned cleats.


Pembroke gulped at the vapor. Acclimation as fast as possible was what he was always taught. If caught in a treacherous cloudbank or lost at the end of a faulty teleport. His lungs adjusted. The faint taste of mistletoe clung to his tongue as his muscles surrendered to the heat.


His mind thawed slowly, like a river waking after an endless winter.


His sweat was drawn out through gasping pores.


The smell of musk tucked within a storm.


Monte and Carlo lifted him to stand between them.


Chapter 7