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.

"This is the Phantom Fangs Lair," Aerre said.

"Lair?" I laughed.

"Ridiculous name, isn't it? But it made sense to call it that. Phantom Fangs is a beast after all."

"I like it." I craned my neck to see the windows on the second floor. "It looks dark. Is everyone asleep? Will we wake them up?"

"Rodrick should be in. Caspian should be back soon if he isn't. If we wake them up, too bad."