The end of Theodora Taylor’s wildly popular Viking Wolf series begins with a story that will haunt you long after it's done…
My Viking grandfather was a time traveling werewolf.
My Viking father was a time traveling werewolf.
And guess what?
I, Fensa Greenwolf, am now officially a time traveling werewolf. Insert all the curse words ever here.
Given my family's history, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised to wake up on top of a snow-covered mountain, in an unknown place and time. But I am. Especially when, less than an hour later, I'm offered up as some kind of bizarre gift/virgin sacrifice to...
Well, I don't know who he is...or what.
But he lives in a glacier castle with lots of shiny treasure.
Has a long, retractable, forked tongue.
And most importantly, for the purposes of this insanely epic story...
He, and only he, will claim me as his FATED MATE.
Now one thing's for sure. If you thought the stories about my grandfather and father were sexy and bigger than life, you had better brace yourself for this giant dragon of a tale.