When The Skies Turn Red

War has torched the Lands of Serendon, leaving a wave of despair and wreckage in its path. Families torn apart, Clans filled with hatred towards the very people they vowed to protect, Children roaming the streets in hope of a better fate than becoming scewered on a rival clans sword. The world has changed overnight, and It's only hope of revival is the perseverance of a fierce clan warrior and a well known guard captain.

The two clash at first, but the passionate sting between the two proves to be undeniable, and soon, the severeness of the situation seems to slip away. Can the fiesty clan boy keep his hands of the guard long enough to get his revenge or will his heart be taken along with his home?

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Authors Note: This is a short BxB story. It includes sexual tension, foul language, violence, and yes. Passionate, Rough, Much deserved Skin to Skin contact. If you have a weak stomach, I suggest you find another book.

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Sneak Peak:

"Thorn..." The guard captains stern eyes seemed to soften significantly, The young boy cradled against his chest. An arrow protruding from his leg. The thick red liquid dripping onto Remus's armor matched the dark crimson skies, smoke lining the once blue mountains. The boy gasped for air, clinging to the mans armored shoulders.

"I'm..."

"Save your strength." The guard cooed softly, his eyes never once leaving Thorns. "I will bandage your wound, then you rest. We will leave for StormHaven in the morning."

Much to Remus's surprise, before he could open his mouth to let out another array of words, Thorn clasped his hand over Remus's mouth, soon replacing his palm with his soft lips. It took every ounce of strength he had left, but it was definitely well spent. Remus froze when Thorn slumped back against his chest, obviously exhausted. He...Just....

Perhaps the war had brought them together more than he had realized...

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