To be werewolf is to claim power—if you're male.

Females are expected to be breeders. They're also rare and therefore highly sought after. 

But none are as coveted as the Lost Princess of Howling Sky.

With her tremendous moonlight, she will end the Prime War by becoming the mother of an unstoppable generation. 

Werewolves will rise. Vampires and humans will fall. 

"What was it like to grow up in the Witch Woods?"

I frowned. "You want to talk about my time in Babaga's woods?"

"Well, I'm sure it's a fascinating story. You're the Moonlight Child, and yet you would have turned out so differently had you been raised like any other werea. From Wolf Bridge, from Paws Peak, from Howling Sky if it still existed. We were all similar enough."

"No offense, Hylie, but I'm glad I wasn't raised as a werea."