And now he's gone. With a war for the crown on the horizon and the monstrous Hunters just days away, I've got to say goodbye to the only family I had left, and it's killing me. Worse, I can't help blaming Dominic for not keeping him safe-even if it is irrational. My heart is shattered-I feel like I've lost them both.

Still, we've got to work together if we hope to defeat Edmund and put Will on the throne--no matter how hard it is to be near Dominic, and not touch him.

Even as I wage war with my own heart and we prepare for battle against Edmund the Vile, a greater threat looms over the Territories. A being so terrible...so strong, that it makes our current king look like nothing more than a chump with a chip on his shoulder.

I can't help but wonder if our unlikely mix of werewolves, vampires, and humans can defeat Edmund...and, even if we do, do we have any chance of surviving the hell-storm of what's coming next.