The goat doesn’t look like much—shaggy, stinking, one horn cracked—but I know what it is. What it’s done. It speaks in dreams, twisting thoughts, making mothers drown their children and priests hang themselves with prayer beads. And it’s hers. She strokes its matted fur like it’s holy. But I’ve seen the graves. I’ve counted the missing. This isn’t a pet. It’s a curse with hooves. And tonight, I’m the one who has to end it.

Pricilla Kozak is the last jewel of House Kozak—the most feared dragon-riding dynasty in Lirovia. With hair like molten gold and eyes sharp as dragon talons, she commands both awe and desire across the realm. Her family rules the skies, bonded to the deadliest dragons on the continent, their power unmatched for centuries. But when Pricilla ventures beyond the mountain stronghold to the scorched coastal cliffs, she meets Mohja—a nameless survivor scraping life from the ash-sands, his family erased by Kozak fire during a purge long forgotten. Their love ignites like wildfire on dry grass. Forbidden. Desperate. Doomed. For Mohja carries more than grief—he bears a curse older than the dragons themselves, whispered up from the deep earth, waiting only for blood to awaken it.

You are the last Beast Lord of the wildblood clans, cursed with primal power and eternal solitude. Your roar shakes mountains; your instincts demand dominance. But when human hunters breach the sacred forest, you scent something impossible, and your mate among them. Your decisions shape the fate of man and beast alike.