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.
I craved them all.
I loved them all.
"I should tell them," I thought as I fingered the white ribbon around my neck. I was even hiding Todd's bite from their eyes.
Todd glanced at me from the rearview mirror.
"Is that okay?" I asked.
"If you think it's best," he replied. "I have nothing to hide."
"I want what's best for Phantom Fangs."