Clara was never meant to matter. A scentless Omega with no shift and no future, she scrubbed floors while Alphas passed her without a glance. But on the night of the Blood Moon, something old and hungry wakes beneath her skin. Her scent turns from nothing to everything. Now the pack that ignored her is tearing itself apart to reach her, a demon prince is offering her a crown, and the Inquisitors are coming to burn her down. Clara was their invisible girl. She is done being invisible.