Jason tossed and turned on the lavish elven bed, the silk sheets whispering against his skin, but sleep refused to come. The migraine pulsed behind his eyes like a relentless drumbeat, a sharp reminder that this world was not his own. He had no clue how he ended up here, yanked from his mundane life into this realm of magic and mystery.
One moment he was in his apartment, the next he was stumbling through forests with Ylva, his fierce werewolf mate, and now surrounded by ethereal elves in a sprawling palace. Yet, despite the confusion and the throbbing pain, things were looking up.
These elves treated him like royalty, calling him a 'Great One' whatever that meant, and the accommodations beat any hotel he had ever crashed in.
