On the Black Raven Continent, the blood clans rule the cities of the night, the Holy Court wields the holy light of judgment, and the seven tribes of the northern wolf clans have languished in the snow and wind for three hundred years. Elain grew up in Black Rose Castle. For seventeen years, he believed he was merely the lowliest servant to Leon, a young lord of the blood clans. Then, on the night of his coming-of-age ceremony, the blood moon rose and a silver blade pierced his heart. That was when he learned he had never been a servant: he was a sacrificial offering from the Silver Moon royal line, kept in captivity for years.
Leon wants to use his heart to ascend as an Evernight Prince. The Holy Court wants to use his blood to bury the truth behind the judgment three hundred years ago. The seven northern tribes, meanwhile, see him as the remnant of a calamity. Carrying the Silver Moon royal seal, Elain flees into the snowy wilderness and slowly reclaims his heritage amid pursuit, judgment, and betrayal. He will not kneel to the Holy Court or submit to the blood clans, and he is in no hurry to claim a throne. First, he will uncover the truth of the old case and sever the poisoned spikes Black Rose buried in the northern ley lines.
Leon chuckles through a veil of blood. “Little brother, give me back your heart.”
Covered in blood, Elain snaps the Black Rose vanguard’s banner in two. “If you want my heart, I’ll tear down your throne.”
The Red Fangs want revenge, the Gray Claws want bones for war, the White Bones want the truth, and the Frost Wolves want a way to survive. None of the seven tribes truly trusts him. Yet in every deadly predicament, it is this once-sacrificed boy who pulls them back from the edge of the grave.
When the Seven Fang King’s Ring lights up, the North finally receives its first united decree. But Elain soon discovers that he was not the first Silver Moon bloodline in Black Rose’s experiments. Subject Twelve has yet to fail, the Silver Moon crown is sealed beneath the Holy Court’s judgment sarcophagus, and that sacrifice from years ago may never have been the end at all. It may have been the opening of a door.
