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

“Now this…this can’t be real.” It laughed, falling back onto the soft green earth. “And the warmth! Where are we?”


“39.2997° S, 174.0663° E,” Pembroke spoke softly.


“S? S meaning South, not the North Pole?”


“No, not the North Pole anymore.” Pembroke inhaled the spring air. It warmed his bones as he breathed it in. It carried with it the smells of buds bursting open, of a missed morning shower. Pembroke could smell the rich damp earth. A rare scent in the North Pole, for most of the soil up there lay frozen beneath. He stamped wildly, letting the dirt get caught in his hooves.


His nostrils flared, he caught the whiff of runaway cookies and spoiled cream.


Pembroke had looked away for a moment and off the elf had scampered.


Pembroke’s eyes caught a flash of a pale muscled back, a milky white rump freckled, thick thighs leaping through underbrush, past the shadowy tree line. It was agile for an elf—like a prancing fawn.


Chapter 14