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. 

"We've come so far. If you do this now, what was the last month for? What if we can't give you our moonlight? I can't lose you to Philip, Caspian. Why are you giving up on us?"

Then I noticed the shimmering underneath his long dark eyelashes. A drop of silver moonlight fell from his eye and slid down his cheek.

"Caspian," I whispered.

"I don't want to kill my father, all right? I don't want to fight him at all." He wiped the tear away.

"So, don't kill him. Show him and everyone else what kind of king you will be, one full of mercy. Make Philip submit and spare his life." I put a hand underneath his chin and tilted his head up gently so that he had no choice but to look at me.

"That's not how the Alpha Challenge works," he said.