Vittorio is still out there, everything has gone quiet, and Jean-Claude is busy as a bee. It’s almost Harry’s birthday and there will be more than dancing arriving in St. Louis. Harry’s life is one event after another, and Fate is still a five letter word, and what’s this about having a claim on the werelions? Huh? And just who the hell died and made him the potential Regina? Who was deciding this? Because, Harry didn’t decide anything. He’s caught between multiple preternaturals that want him for their own, and then there are the tensions rising between Harry’s men and the Ulfric.