She burns in my blood before I ever touch her. A human glass artist with flame in her veins. My flame. My signature. The one I’ve kept hidden since they called it defective. Since they exiled me. Now her scent calls me home. Her body begs to be claimed. But the Guardian Bond doesn’t ask. It takes. She glows when I touch her. Moans when I growl. And when I mark her, the entire sanctuary erupts—statues awaken, corruption shatters, and the council falls silent. They call it prophecy. I call it mine. I’ll fight their laws. I’ll burn their enemies. I’ll break every sacred rule to keep her breathing beneath me. Because I wasn’t meant to be pure. I was meant to protect. And if the clan wants to test my fire again? She’s not just my mate. She’s the reason I become a goddamn dragon. Read on for explosive mating fever, enemies within, forgotten prophecies, and a scarred warrior finally claiming what was always his. HEA Guaranteed!