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[COMPLETE] What life is left for a warrior when there is no more enemy to fight?

...He knelt before her in the posture of a soldier giving honor to their Queen. And she didn't even know it.

“Harth," he rasped, "I come empty-handed. I bring no weapon. Because I swear to you, I will never choose to harm you. Never draw your blood—in anger, or in fear. I bring no shield. Because I vow I will never defend myself from your eyes, your hands, your mind. I am yours.”

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After a year of peace in Anima, Tarkyn finds himself... lonely. As the Captain of the Queen's Guard and a lion-shifter, he has met every female in the tribes, but never found his mate. Certain he must have overlooked someone, Tarkyn undertakes a grueling ritual, pleading with the Creator to reveal her. But the ritual presses him to the end of even his formidable strength. 

Yet, the Creator heard his cry...

Discovered on the brink of death by his mate, Harth, and nursed back to health, Tarkyn now faces the most difficult battle of his life. Because Harth isn’t just a stranger to the Anima, she is a weapon of the humans who tried to destroy them.

Can the love of a warrior and his enemy bring peace to Anima? Or will they be torn apart forever by war between their peoples?

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STANDALONE STORY: While Tarkyn's story is a part of the Anima world and fans will be reunited with some of their favorites as side-characters, Tarkyn and Harth are new POV characters and their story is a new plot arc, so their story can be enjoyed without reading the previous books! But please add Falling in Love with the King of Beasts, and Taming the Queen of Beasts to your library to enjoy later!

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Mated to the Warrior Beast

Harth woke first the next morning, which was rare. Tarkyn must be truly exhausted.

She lay there for a moment, hugging his back that rose and fell slowly and evenly, watching the tent sides flutter in the slight breeze, glowing from the rising sun behind them.

Her tent was looking sad. She needed to tighten the lines and… she pushed the thoughts away. Today held much, much more important things than the state of her tent.

Rolling slowly away so she wouldn't disturb her mate, she rose, still dressed, and crept out of the tent to allow Tarkyn to continue to rest. If she could find some friends and tell them, let them scent her, then they could bring Tarkyn in—

She'd just passed out of the cluster of mostly-empty tents and into one of the central areas where fires and resources were gathered for everyone's use.

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