She should’ve run. I was dying in the snow, bleeding from betrayal, left to rot by my own clan. But she stayed. A human woman with nothing but a child on her hip and fire in her eyes. She patched me up, fed me scraps, told her daughter stories of something called Christmas. I don’t care what it is. I’ll burn the mountains to give it to her. Now I can’t stop watching her. The way she protects that girl like a wolf. The way her voice shakes when I touch her wrist. The way she flinches like she’s never been safe a day in her life. I want to give her peace. I want to make her scream. I want to carry her across the threshold of war and wrap her in furs and ribbon. But first—I need to kill the ones who came for her. She saved me. Now I’m hers. I don’t know what Christmas is. But I swear by the old blood—this year, it’s ours. Read on for snowbound survival, brutal clan justice, found family devotion, and an orc warrior who brings home the only gift that himself. HEA Guaranteed!