They are creatures of the moon and the earth. She is a storm waiting to break. To the wolves of the Western Ridge, Korlethe is a permanent question mark. Found on the shore as a child with no memories and a scent that smells of freezing ocean brine rather than the forest, she was raised as one of them, yet kept at a cautious distance. She has spent years adapting, out-sparring the pack's finest youth with a fluid, lethal agility, desperate to prove she belongs. But belonging requires a wolf, and the Moon Goddess has remained stubbornly silent. Korlethe is about to learn that some secrets cannot be washed away. The pack thinks they understand the dark, but they are about to find out what happens when the moon finally drowns.