Vampires and werewolves have hated each other for a thousand years. And I am the key both sides will kill to possess. The ancient Vampire Lord wants my blood. It is the only force that can break the curse slowly devouring his kind. Cold, elegant, and endlessly patient, he binds others in blood oaths and ancient contracts. He does not rush to take. He waits, watches, and builds a gilded cage around me—one elegant rule at a time. The Wolf Alpha wants my birthright. Without the blood of the Moonborn, his pack will fall to the madness of the full moon. Feral, scarred, and ruled by instinct, he cares nothing for ancient treaties. His wolf knows only one truth: anyone who threatens me will die. They are not fighting over me like two men competing for a prize. They are fighting for the war. My blood can break curses. My touch can quiet a raging beast. My choice can burn one kingdom apart and crown the other. Everyone sees me as a weapon. A pawn. A relic. But they have made the same mistake. I am not the prize. I am the one who decides.