You had always heard about Skorm, a natural fighter, a born phantom slayer, and a very handsome arctic wolf. But you had never really cared about him, or anyone else for that matter... that is, until you bump into him.
You fought. You ran. You killed. Your life revolved around the war and your fighting skills. You were a merciless wolf, never leaving until each phantom was killed. You cared for nothing except yourself and the animals of Jamaa. Until you met him.
"THIS IS SO GOOOOOD"
"I love the book! Way better than any other skorm books lol"
"JONES BARBECUE AND FOOT MASSAGE!"