The Protector of the Mountain by Tessa Klein

He’s stoic and stern. An older recluse who protects his mountain from forest fires.

And now he wants to protect her.
I’m the last of my kind. A dying breed. A lone fire watchman in the mountain I’ve sworn to protect.
Until she stumbles up the path to my lookout.
She doesn’t know her name. Can’t remember her past. But from the moment I see her, I know she’s my future.
She’s scared. Has night terrors. And I can’t keep my hands to myself.
I’m a monster like the men chasing her. A beast with no self-control. A slave to the possessive fire she lit inside me.
She calls herself Poppy now, but I want to call her mine.