Well, you ever notice how you watch Dracula and Return of Dracula, and it's the same? Then you rent Son of Dracula and it's a little different, then you get Dracula 1975 and you can't understand how it fits the series?
Welcom to the equivalent. The first two Dark Hunter novels were very identical but good. The third was wildly different and imaginative.
The fourth is a mess.
Sure, we have yummy Wulf who no one can remember but his only living much beleagured kinsman/squire. But who's his heroine? She's an Appollite Princess hunted by Spathi warriors to bring about... well that Ms. Kenyon never quite makes clear.
Cassandra makes you want to weep for the Appollites. She's almost to her dying day and she screams in her mind how she wants to live. Your heart aches for her.
The feelings between Cass and Wulf are nonexistent. They have hot, hot HOT sex in their mutual dreams, but in person the sexual chemistry is so that you half expect him to adopt her.
They must run from the most fearsome Spathi warrior and his son and so they escape to an Appollite town underground. Here's where it gets bizarre. Cass's sister is alive and a Daimon. And the big bad Spathi's son Urian is her Daimon lover.
Kenyon makes you really feel for the Appollities and the Daimons. So at the end you're wondering "how can I read more Dark Hunter novels now? I like the Appollites!"
Add to that an ending that makes you roll your eyes, and well, this seems like a half hearted effort. Ms. Kenyon could you PLEASE stop giving us Dark Hunter's who A: actually have a soul and are too dumb to walk out in the sunlight to test it (like Zarek) and B: get a chance to take revenge on the people who wronged them, and yet the forgo it(Like, well, all of the nancy boys)? Talk about wimps!
I'll definitely be reading her were-hunter story but when the next DH novel comes out with Valerius, I will be very wary, you should be too.