Prologue

The NightWing was never meant to live past her first winter. The NightWing was never meant to fall in love. The NightWing was never supposed to elope. The NightWing should have known better to let her egg hatch under a blood moon. But she didn't.

Nightstalker never should have been born. Everybody said it. Everybody knew it. But it couldn't change the fact that she was. The only dragonet to have hatched under a blood moon in hundreds of years... she wasn't supposed to be alive. But she was. And she was hungry for revenge.