He is Warrior of Land. He is Alpha of Wolves. He’s completely screwed. Chosen above all others, Thorn wields the earth magic of his dragon god. With a single touch, he can restore life to a withering sapling. With the sheer force of his will, he can summon iron armor to shield his wolf. Coyote shifters wait outside the village gates. They’re seeking help, or so they claim. Trusting them puts Thorn’s pack at risk. But he can’t deny the woman leading the refugees. She’s his enemy. She’s his undoing. She’s his mate.