Orcs hunt their prey. But human women conquer hearts. Once I saw the human female, I knew she was for me. A bond made before time began. Our hearts beat as one. Her soul recognized mine. We sparred. Touched. Tasted. And then…we feasted. But her people are new to our world. They are lost. To make her mine means protecting her tribe. Fighting for them. Killing for them. I will do it gladly. Even if it kills me. Because without her love… I’m already dead.