Armata de Strigoi

When was it ever a good idea for a werewolf to lead an army of vampires?
Luna Nocturiana never thought she'd be leading anyone. She never wanted to. But now the Great Mother Wolf has chosen her, and she can't walk away. Not when the Rotten King's cult is spreading like a disease. Not when everything she loves is at risk.
Her team is a nightmare. Bloodthirsty vampires who would rather fight each other than follow orders. A massive ogre named Bok, who speaks more with his fists than his mouth. They don't trust her. She doesn't trust them. But none of that matters.
The cult hides in the dark. Twisting old magic. Warping bodies and minds. Their rituals stain the earth. The air stinks of death where they've been. If they're not stopped, the world will rot from the inside out.
Nocturiana won't let that happen. She'll tear through every last one of them. She'll find the Rotten King. And when she does, she'll drag him into the light and watch him burn.