The Lost Clan

Kof has never questioned his place in the Red Hand clan. As captain of the shaman’s honor guard, his life belongs to duty. Protect the shaman, uphold tradition, and keep watch over the caves as winter tightens its grip. But duty becomes harder to obey when the Lost Clan appears at the village gate.
Orcish tradition says the Lost Clan must be welcomed as kin. Yet the prisoner they bring with them is clearly no orc. Eli’s tattoos tell an unreadable story, his haunting blue eyes offer no answers, and his scent stirs a memory Kof can’t quite place.
Then the weather turns.
Eli predicts the storm before the shaman does, and as hunger creeps through the caves, fear turns swiftly to accusation. To the clan, Eli’s impossible knowledge is proof of danger. To Kof, it becomes something far more troubling—proof that the human may be telling the truth.
Kof knows he should stand with the shaman. He should silence doubt, defend tradition, and let the clan decide Eli’s fate. Instead, he finds himself watching Eli too closely, listening too carefully, and wanting what no loyal honor guard should want.
As the witch hunt gathers force, Kof must choose between the duty that has defined his life and the man who may be the clan’s only chance of surviving the storm.

The final book in the Red Hand trilogy brings together clan politics, ancient prophecy, survival stakes, and a slow-burn MM romance between the shaman’s loyal guard and the mysterious human who threatens everything he was sworn to protect.