A story told from both sides of the blade. Eleanore: My husband rode off to war with a kiss and a promise. Days later, I received news of his death and the name of his killer-Perseus, the ruthless Lycan King. Now, I'm his bride. A pawn traded for a treaty. They say power demands sacrifice. I say vengeance deserves patience. I won't scream. I won't break. And I sure as hell won't fall in love with the monster who destroyed my world. He expects a Luna. He's getting a storm in a black dress and a sword in his chest. Perseus: I killed her husband. She'll remind me every day. I ripped her black wedding gown. She hasn't forgiven me. I gave her my name. She threw my gift into the fire. But I see it in her eyes-the fire, the fury, the pain, the heartbreak all that I made her feel. And it calls to something ancient inside me. She wants to bury a sword in my chest. Joke's on her-I already gave her my heart.