I came to Hollow Oak to disappear, not to accidentally kill the dirt under my hands. One touch, and the herbs curl up and die like I’m the grim reaper in gardening gloves.
The locals whisper “cursed druid” like it’s my middle name. Fine. Let them stare.
But then there’s him—Corin Vane, the 6’5″ beekeeper bear who looks at me like I’m the only thing worth protecting in this frozen hellscape. He doesn’t flinch when I brush dirt on his skin.
He leans in. His honey-and-woodsmoke scent hits me harder than the mate bond ever should, and suddenly I’m the one unraveling. The land’s rotting. The town wants me gone. And this giant, quiet bear?
He’s decided I’m staying—wrapped around his claws, marked, claimed, honey-dripped… …and apparently his forever. Who knew salvation came with fur and a death glare for anyone who looks at me wrong?
