In a last ditch effort to save my king, I threw us both overboard into frigid waters. But when I wash up—alone—onto dark and unforgiving shores, it’s obvious that I’ve failed. Cold and soaked to the bone, I stagger to the nearest village in search of help. When I stumble across a male who looks like my kind, yet has no knowledge of our people or ways, I demand his help. Mykel is the complete opposite of other Vikrind—he is gentle and kind. Not bloodthirsty as he should be. Days pass as I recover in his home, but something deeper grows between us. Something hot and sweet. Something primal that unleashes a yearning the likes of which I have never known. When a threat arrives at Mykel’s literal door, I’m forced to choose between the ways he’s shown me, and the ways I have always held close. His life is simple and peaceful. Mine never can be. I can’t stay with him, I have to find my king. But when I go, will I be able to convince the sunshiney male to come with me?