Brutal Orc Baby Daddy

Prologue

“Frost preserves the truth, no fire dares face. I was born howling into the wind, wrapped in cloaks stitched from silence. There is protection in the cold—but also mercy.”

A boy, cast out from the hearth, finds shelter in an ice-cliff cave where symbols of wolf and snowflake shimmer on bone. Far below, a House prepares to wed war with peace.