ruff around the edges, secretive, and for lack of a better word feral Ivar is a name whispered in the community like he might suddenly appear if spoken to loud, this is know accident though for since young Ivar became the soul proprietor to his family's land there has been no shortage of men with more money then brains see him barely old enough to be called a man as an easy target, and thrust in the middle of the struggle is Trinity, beautiful and fierce in her own right she has no idea what she's walking into by purchasing a small cabin with a few acres of woodland in a remote locar