Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.

Calista's tormented past and Nyx's vengeance. Escaping from their dark past, Nyx and her brother, Nox, became Rogues in search of answers and freedom. Violence and years of trauma hardened them, while secrets and promises bonded them. What will happen when they cross paths with the pack known for destroying Rogues and conquering the weak? Will the mate bond twist their plans or lead them further down the path of darkness? Is there any salvation for the damned? Only the Moon Goddess knows... - "What is your name? Why is your wolf black?" "It's...not...important." Three more. My head began to lull forward as my neck could no longer hold the weight. He walked around with thundering footsteps and grabbed my head by my wet curls. He pulled my head back until he could see my face, taunting me with a dark smile and eyes full of delight. "Why don't you carry a scent? Who are you?" I gave him a bloody smile as my eyes started to close, darkness singing its siren song beneath the ringing in my ears. "I thought...you'd...never ask," I panted out weakly as I let Enyo penetrate the room with our scent. "I'm...your...mate," I added before passing out, welcoming the darkness like an old, missed friend. - Most impressive ranking: #1 in werewolf, #4 in Lycan, #1 in Slow, #4 in Gory Notes from the Author: If you are looking for a story that leans more on slow-burning, plot-building themes with multiple moving forces that are not solely centered around the straightforward mate bond romance, then start reading! **Strong language and vivid imagery are scattered throughout**