“I, Silas Vile, reject you, Nova Ashworth, for the sin of being a wolf without a scent. You are no mate of mine—you are a stain on the Crimson Moon.” On her twentieth birthday, Nova Ashworth was stripped of her name, her pride, and her pack. Brutalized and left for dead in the Wasteland Canyon—a graveyard for the weak—she was supposed to become nothing more than bleached bones in the rain. But the abyss didn’t swallow her. It forged her. Five years later, Nova is a ghost in the neon-lit rot of the Under-City. She doesn't wear silk; she wears scars. She doesn't carry a title; she carries a blade. In the lawless fighting pits where Alphas come to bleed, she is the "Scentless Wraith"—a lethal urban legend who feeds on the fear of those who once looked down on her. When Silas Vile brings his elite guard into her city to hunt a rogue, he doesn't recognize the woman in the shadows. He thinks he’s found a toy. He doesn’t realize he’s found his executioner. But Nova isn't alone in the dark. Vane Ironwood, the Primal Alpha known as the "Devourer," has been watching her since the night she crawled out of her own grave. He doesn't want to save her soul; he wants to share in her carnage. As a conspiracy that reaches back to the dawn of the wolf-kind begins to unravel, Nova must decide: will she take her second chance to find peace, or will she burn every pack to the ground until there is nothing left but ash? He took her heart. She’s coming for his pulse.