Forged by BE Brouillard

I’ve never seen the face of the beast who pursues me.
All I know is that he’s relentless in his quest.
They say that I have the Curse. A ticking timebomb of uncontrollable bloodlust.
If only they knew that everything I’ve done, I did for my people. Still, they plan to cage me. Lock me up and give me a “cure” that may end up killing me.
Now, I’m on the run from a relentless hunter. There’s no escape. He’ll follow me to the farthest reaches of our realms – and if he catches me, I’m doomed.
Surrender is not in my nature; I’ll fight him fang and claw if I have to.
I just wish he didn’t revel so much in the chase. You see, my pursuer is an elite Orc guard, and the faster I run, the harder I resist the more he seems to enjoy it.
With each interaction, there is a dangerous dance between predator and prey, and the lines are seriously beginning to blur. Now, I’m questioning who truly holds the upper hand as I find myself playing a treacherous game of danger and desire. Who knew that an Orc could be so deliciously attractive? So strong, so powerful, and unstoppable in everything he does…and I mean everything.
Then, I’m snatched away from the Orc warrior – and just when I was starting to think that I might not want to be rescued, after all. I soon discover I’ve gone from the frying pan into a raging inferno.
And I’m seriously loving the heat.