Men are strong. Women are weak. It's the way the gods made us.
At least, those were the last words my father said to me before the king called for a military draft. I may be a woman, but the king shows no prejudice when it comes to citizens serving the Areopagus.
Father told me what I can expect from war: "You will die before you ever see war. Men will put you in the dust and trample over you. And that is just the men. The Undead will do worse. They will feed on your blood until you are too weak to stand. They will leave you for the Lycans to pick your body apart like jackals."
We live in a world filled with monsters—monsters who perceive themselves as superior to humanity.
It's up to me to prove their superiority is misplaced, and I won't stop until they fear my new name—Huntress.