In an age of fear, when berserkers haunt the forests of Scandinavia, a new terror rises in the north...

I'm sixteen this year, and my mother says I should marry soon.

Loki.

I'd already be married if any cheiftains' sons were man enough to have me.

When I do find a husband though, I'll inherit the village of Borg, which as the Princess of Lofoten is my birthright.

We'll have several farms and command a fleet of viking ships. I'll give birth to mighty warrior sons or a fierce shieldmaiden like myself.

And perhaps one day, if it pleases the gods, I'll take my grandfather's place as the Jarl of Hålogaland.

That's how things might have been - if my entire life hadn't been a lie.

But now the secret's out. Even if I am the last to know.

And the truth has awakened something ... something frightening within me.

I've always had a temper. There's enough young men with missing teeth who can attest to that.

But this? This is different.

This rage. This hunger. This intense thirst for blood.

It's more than I can control.

The worst part?

It all makes sense when I learn who my father really is.