Hidden away on a misty isle, steeped in the teachings of The Lady, they used enchantment to stem the tide of the invaders while battling a still darker enemy.

It was the Roman word for bright iron, and Marcus had long been struggling to forge of it a mighty weapon. Though his workmanship surpassed all others, the right combination of heat and force eluded him...until a familiar silver-haired beauty appeared beside his anvil. Gwendolyn was trained in the ways of Light, but she harbored other secrets besides that of the magical shining sword. Her lithe body aroused in him a white-hot fire, a need fanned ever higher by her nearness. Though he could not help remembering the golden glow of a wolf's eyes when he looked into her hypnotic gaze, he knew he must surrender body and soul to her mysterious powers, for only with Gwen guiding his hammer could they create...Deep Magic.