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Tavros is a survivor.
Born of warriors, yet raised by neither. As a boy, he was broken by his Turning, and shaped by its aftermath. He knows the truth of what he is. A curse given flesh.
No wyrnos asks to be made. But it doesn't matter. In the Arkathion Empire, there is no sympathy for his kind. To them, he is an apostate.
Any standing he might gain comes at the cost of his soul. He earns his place by hunting others like him-victims of the warlocks' curse. And by hunting those who dare to wield magic outside the Emperor's will.
He's a wolver. His blade sings the monsters to sleep. He only wishes that their songs would end when he closes his eyes at night.
Stela Brisling is a healer. A maiden of the frontier land of Skarvath. The people have chosen to settle here. As such, they must live by the Emperor's mandates. It's not so hard to hide in a land like Skarvath, where the wolvers are all bear coats and witches with no vested interest in toppling Stela's practice.
Yet there walks a half-wolf amongst them. A man whose wheel has never Turned to completion. A man who stirs a sense of strangeness in her belly. As if there are pieces of his heart missing, and he's calling them to no avail.
He's vulgar, arrogant and a cold blooded killer. And he's hunting her kind with impunity.