Brotherhood of Ormarr

Azaran I was born a dragon rider. A member of the Brotherhood of Ormarr, son of Cadmar, and the eldest of four sons. I was raised to defend the innocent and protect the secret of the dragons, but when I was eighteen, my parents were brutally murdered and the training and care of my brothers fell...

It was just another job—at least it was supposed to be—but snaring the feisty blue dragon I'd been contracted to collect and her rider in my trap changed everything. Hunting dragons was my job, and I was damn good at it. I'd never missed a target. Never failed to make a delivery. So why was every step toward turning over my bounty suddenly a struggle? No quarry had ever managed to get under my skin, but something in Zale's haunting blue eyes called to me like nothing ever had before.

I've been training my entire life for this; I need to be the best, the best fighter, the best dragon rider in the entire brotherhood. The only problem is that my bonded dragon, Bodhi, and I can't seem to get it together. One minute I think we're connecting properly, and the next she's taking off, leading me to the one guy I don't want to know: Slash. He's basically the opposite of me in every way, and I don't get why he's suddenly everywhere I turn, but I can't deny how he makes me feel when he looks at me.