The Last Constellation

Thirteen white stars on a blue field were once called a new constellation. The first pattern broke; the people who were here before those stars were sewn have drawn another — and must hold it while the world burns at the border. Across the sea, the world is still burning. Russia and China have landed on American soil. The once most powerful military in the world is broken and scattered, and the United Tribal Force must stand with what remains of it if either of them is to hold the line.

Thirteen tribes. One border. A women's year of service the Nation has never known. Medicine runs short. The gates fill. And a country that swore never to attack unless attacked must decide how much of itself it will give to keep the rest of the continent from falling.