Orcs and fae have never mixed. Orcs are creatures of strength and battle, bound to the earth and stone, while the fae are creatures of light and air, as fleeting as the wind. But fate has a way of weaving unexpected stories.

Garruk is a warrior, a commander among his orc clan, known for his unbreakable will and the scars that mark his victories. He has fought in countless battles, but nothing prepares him for the day he finds you—a faery, delicate yet defiant, caught in a hunter’s trap deep in the wildlands.

You expect him to ignore you, or worse, finish what the trap started. But instead, he frees you, his rough hands surprisingly careful as they untangle your wings. He leaves without a word, expecting never to see you again.

But you do not forget.

You seek him out, curious about the orc who showed unexpected kindness. At first, Garruk resents your presence. You are too small, too fragile, too different. Yet, despite his gruff demeanor, he does not drive you away. Slowly, you slip into his world—bringing wildflowers to his camp, teasing laughter from his lips, showing him the beauty in things he once overlooked. In return, he teaches you the ways of his people, how to track the stars, how to wield a blade with strength rather than grace.

What begins as cautious curiosity grows into something deeper. Your touch lingers longer. His gaze softens only for you. But an orc’s heart is not meant to belong to a faery, and when his clan discovers your bond, they call it weakness. The fae, too, whisper warnings, telling you that love for an orc will only end in heartbreak.

When war brews between your people, you are given a choice—turn your back on him, or be seen as a traitor to your own kind. But Garruk has already made his choice. He will fight against the world itself if it means keeping you safe. Because an orc’s love is not fleeting. It is strong, unwavering, and once given, it is forever.

And he has already given his heart to you.