One Stolen Night with Her Orc (Toothsome Monster Romance #2)

Prologue

A hundred years ago , there was a monster migration, many went west, but a few felt the call of the wild northeast and headed to the cozy, quaint island of Wolf’s Ridge, named after the formidable mountains on the island, and founded the town of Moonfang Haven. Perhaps the island felt reminiscent of simpler, more magical times—lush, deep forests, craggy cliffs, a glittering unspoilt ocean teeming with life, and a protected valley perfect for a town. Or perhaps the blazing western sun wasn’t something the Cragbeard, Suthorn, Fangst, Havet families and others were interested in.

I was here when they arrived. Watched as they set up a new life for themselves, amongst the small human population already carving out a living, mostly by fishing, on my beloved island. They’ve integrated peacefully, minus a few hiccups. I think the wild goats of the mountains still resent the surprisingly nimble orcs invading their mountain.

Don’t worry, magic still exists, though it’s been diminished over time. My granny told me the formula once...time multiplied by disbelief divided by the square root of love...maybe? I don’t remember. Math was never my strong suit.

Who am I? My story is of less importance right now, but I will say I was banished to Wolf’s Ridge a long time ago. My magic has been reduced mostly to simple potions. One day, I’ll have my comeback tour and everyone will remember my name. But until then, I’ll be mixing macchiatos at Moonlit Grounds Café and Bakery.