Two rookies. One desert citadel. A prophecy nobody asked for. Ulrich Owens is an aloof trainee guide with silver hair and a knack for sarcasm. Baltasar Erickson is a towering sentinel—fast, dangerous, and annoyingly confident. When both arrive at the Davitt Citadel on the edge of a simmering interstellar frontier, their instant collision—literal and emotional—rips a hole in the training yard and drags an empire’s oldest secret into daylight. Ulrich’s impulse is to provoke. Baltasar’s impulse is to charge. But Ulrich’s hands happen to calm winds, and Baltasar’s presence awakens something feral in the world: spirit-forms—psychic companions that mirror the soul. The rarest of all shows up on the wrong person. A warlike hawk bonds with Ulrich, while Baltasar’s tiger-heart hums for battle. Suddenly everyone’s betting on what will break first: their excitable egos, Davitt’s brittle peace, or the fragile tether that binds a sentinel and a guide. Touch the Hawk, Tame the Beast is a fast, salty military BL: enemies-to-lovers, slow-burn, with psychic combat, tower politics, and a dark power that might rewrite who commands the stars. Expect witty banter, harsh training, messy tenderness, and a cliffhanger or two that will leave you stranded on the edge of your seat.
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