His past is a mystery, even to him—a werewolf with memories
so lost in a fog that even the Hunter’s healers cannot help
him. Two hundred years ago, Toronto awakened on an
street, naked and alone. Dogged by the unanswered questions
of his enigmatic existence, he fears he will never find the
missing pieces of the puzzle that is his life.
The vampire Sylvia is no Hunter. She’s a take-no-prisoner
mercenary that just barely skates this side of what the
Hunters consider acceptable. She has no use for them, their
laws, their rules. All she wants is to hunt her quarry, and
make a lot of money. Her newest prey is a killer as devious
as he is slippery. But her newest complication is of a more
intimate sort: A blonde, blue-eyed werewolf who interferes
with her plans in so many exquisite ways.