Guild Mastery

Don't start a war. Don't get your trainees killed. And most importantly, don't date them. Hunting monsters for coin was enough for me, until the King begged me to tame the wildest beast of all: a guild with no humans.

Don’t start a war. Don’t get your trainees killed. And most importantly, don’t date them. Hunting monsters for coin was enough for me, until the King begged me to tame the wildest beast of all: a guild with no humans. Catgirls run the damn place. The bunny alchemist’s afraid of her students. And a wolfgirl thigh-choked me in the woods.

I came to the guild to keep it from tearing the realm apart. Now I’m covered in wolf hair, running errands for meddling gods, and down one tunic, thanks to a tiger’s claws. My nerdy assistant keeps a calendar that could run an empire. The clingy wolfgirl has no concept of personal space. And the shy bunny alchemist? She’s gone maniacal, one experiment away from blowing the roof off. They’re expert hunters. It’s life in the guild that’s the real problem. Every day tests my diplomacy, my strength, and my willpower…and that last one’s running dangerously low.

When Darran takes his students on a winter hunt, the last thing he expects to find is a talking draken. It should have been a simple quest, but smart beasts know exactly how to get under your skin. Loyalties bend. Temptations rise. And the line between master and trainee begins to blur. As if that weren't enough, a letter from the desert speaks of a godlike beast stirring in the east, the same desert he once called home. But before he can face that, Darran must confront the monsters in his quarters...and the one in the forest, purring his name.