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.

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Pembroke trembled in his binds, nowhere to run from the ice’s stinging touch.


He lurched in the harness as the chill cupped his testes, a thin beam of ice slid slowly up the shaft of his cock. It pierced through his urethral lips, sealing it shut, the cold chill of the rod keeping him stiff forever.


“Elves away!” Kassel slurred, stumbling behind Pembroke.


Pembroke could barely see the elves retreat into the shadows. The light refracting from the blinders on either side of his eyes kept his vision fractured, like looking through a snow flake.


Pembroke could hear Kassel panting like it was his first time. “Frost promised me one more rut with you before its test drive!”


Pembroke flinched, feeling the ice-encased horns of Kassel scraping down the sides of his chest. His friend’s movements were clumsy, slowed by the dust-ingestion in its purest form.


Pembroke felt Kassel’s breath hot on his upturned tail.


Chapter 26