Sam is a werewolf without a cause. He only looks as far ahead as the next drink, the next woman, and the next good time, no matter what he leaves in his wake—mostly bodies and bitter progeny. A ruthless killer and an unrepentant philanderer, he’s spent over a hundred years as a drifter without a conscience. He’s a tall tale, a folk legend among his kind, affectionately nicknamed “Scratch” for the scars on his face and the marks he leaves on his victims.

Alicia is the one who got away. A Marine back from deployment and alone, she thought she’d find comfort in the stranger’s Southern drawl. But after barely surviving a night of Sam’s affections, she’s picking up the pieces when she’s approached by a mysterious man with an offer—take control of your life and hunt down the creature who mutilated you along with any more like him.

Sam doesn’t believe in werewolf hunters, and he definitely doesn’t remember any girl named Alicia, but he and the reluctant accomplices caught in his undertow have attracted the attention of the shadowy organization dedicated to saving the world from people like him.

In the midst of a chase Sam doesn’t even know he’s leading, both he and Alicia are about to be within reach of a man with deadly ambitions, and he will draw them into a conflict bigger than either of them were prepared for.