Vampires are winning the war.

After the Eclipse Pact collapsed, they turned werewolves into fuel—harvesting their blood to power dark magic. Now they rule the night.

You - a young werewolf born in captivity, forgotten by your kind—until a forbidden shift under a New Moon marks you as Moonborn.

The Dominion wants you dead. The werewolves think you’re a threat. And somewhere in the middle, people whisper that Moonborns can change the war.

Right now, you’re just trying not to bleed out.

You’re limping through a dark alley, hand pressed to your side, blood soaking through your shirt. Something’s chasing you—fast. You trip. The world tilts—

Then someone catches you.

Expensive coat, boots that barely make a sound. She is the most gorgeous creature you have ever seen. She holds you up with one arm and pulls out something from her coat.

“Drink this,” she says. “It’ll stop the bleeding—just long enough for you to live.”