The Wolf Queen - La série

The duke’s daughter One girl, two lives. Dutiful daughter of the Duke of Elverston on the one hand, a wilful girl who learns to fight on the other. Her father has let her run wild, as long as she never embarrasses him. And if she does? Consequences are likely to be swift and brutal. Her beasts The wargen are fierce men who wear two faces, one wolf, one human. They’re the monsters mothers warn their children about in Grania, and now four wargen princes have been sent there to strike a deal with the duke. But when they catch sight of the wild Darcy everything changes. They may dress in fine furs and gold but their feral natures persist. Instead of chasing down prey, they pursue Darcy with all the same deadly intensity. Their world The wargen think their union with Darcy is written in the stars but she is something far older and far stranger than any of them could ever imagine. Something both countries are going to need, because while each realm focuses their distrust on the other, they ignore a far greater danger that lies beneath. If the wargen can’t get past Darcy’s defences, they might not just lose their mate, but everything.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire, they say. Well, I'm about to learn just how true that aphorism is. First I have to meet a queen in hand to hand combat and hope I come out as the victor, because only one of us will walk away from the training grounds alive. Second, I have to try and find a way to live with the fact that three of my four mates unwittingly betrayed me. And then there's the king, who's looking me over with a speculative eye, and not just as his wife's challenger. But most of all, there's the damn Reavers that are slowly gnawing at the edges of Strelae, killing people, burning fields, and all the while the capital keeps going about its business, as if there's no threat looming on the horizon. Somehow, some way, the five of us have to get the king, the people admitting there's a problem. Because if we leave our response too late, we may not even get a chance to fight back. I dream over and over of a pack of wolves running across the earth, swallowing, tearing, chewing, everything in their path and I'm terrified that all of us will be next.

The Reaver king tried to take everything from me. And almost managed to achieve his goals. But I'm fighting back. That takes me into the hostile lands of my birth, where everyone hates what I have become. Or do they? Either way there's only one way out of this. I have to become the queen everyone says I am, to lead both of our people out of this mess. Because if we don't all work together, none of us will survive.