Mated to the Warrior Beast
[COMPLETE] What life is left for a warrior when there is no more enemy to fight? ...He knelt before her in the posture of a soldier giving honor to their Queen. And she didn't even know it. “Harth," he rasped, "I come empty-handed. I bring no weapon. Because I swear to you, I will never choose to harm you. Never draw your blood—in anger, or in fear. I bring no shield. Because I vow I will never defend myself from your eyes, your hands, your mind. I am yours.” ***** After a year of peace in Anima, Tarkyn finds himself... lonely. As the Captain of the Queen's Guard and a lion-shifter, he has met every female in the tribes, but never found his mate. Certain he must have overlooked someone, Tarkyn undertakes a grueling ritual, pleading with the Creator to reveal her. But the ritual presses him to the end of even his formidable strength. Yet, the Creator heard his cry... Discovered on the brink of death by his mate, Harth, and nursed back to health, Tarkyn now faces the most difficult battle of his life. Because Harth isn’t just a stranger to the Anima, she is a weapon of the humans who tried to destroy them. Can the love of a warrior and his enemy bring peace to Anima? Or will they be torn apart forever by war between their peoples? ***** STANDALONE STORY: While Tarkyn's story is a part of the Anima world and fans will be reunited with some of their favorites as side-characters, Tarkyn and Harth are new POV characters and their story is a new plot arc, so their story can be enjoyed without reading the previous books! But please add Falling in Love with the King of Beasts, and Taming the Queen of Beasts to your library to enjoy later! Cover Art by artist: Aenaluck. Find more incredible art and support the artist on www.patreon.com/aenaluck
But Look… There’s Something Else Here…
PATRON SHOUT OUT: Thank you Janell Gilders, Tessa Whalen, and DespinaNY for your name suggestions. I hope you like how I used them!
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~ GAR (Five years after the Chimera arrived) ~
They'd traveled for days, deep into the mountains in the southwest—traditionally bears territory, he'd never explored it before. But Behryn had told him of a beautiful valley between two of the peaks, and Pegg had flown it, offering directions.
Finally they were there.
Just as Pegg had said—there were massive, Great Trees here, tall and regal, standing guard over the lush-but-cold valley, their thick branches spanning out almost parallel to the ground. And because they'd never been pruned or directed by the master carpenters, they were wild, and their branches spread for twenty, or thirty, or sometimes even fifty feet beyond their central trunks.