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

Pembroke could feel the ice growing, grinding its way down to the center of the earth. His breakfast of chestnut-cake rations churned in two of the four compartments of his stomach.


He must’ve teleported to deep within Frost’s realm.


Pembroke huffed and it echoed through the tower.


Once the Toy-Maker had been found slain; the banished elf 492, Frost, appeared among the elves. It provided them comfort. Quickly appointing itself the new Emperor of the North Pole. It decimated the Slain’s remaining cottages and factories. No remnants to worship. It outlawed all the Slain’s sympathizers. Including all the reindeer. Frost flexed its gifts over winter as it created new lodgings for the elves. A new kingdom of ice sprung up overnight.


Elegant archways and swirling pillars shimmered above the rocky ridges as if not spun of frozen sea, but the stuff of dust-laden dreams. Balconied villas glistened under moon and sun.


Chapter 9