Louise Sage, twenty three year old heiress of Sage Dynamics, was only hiking in the Scottish Highlands when the South Arch pulled her through — a portal that tore her away from her world and cast her into utter darkness. She lands in Aether, a realm where one day in the human world equals seven days here. A realm ruled by Lycans, where every living being carries a distinct scent, and scent is absolute truth. To everyone else, she smells human. An intruder. A plague to be put to death. To Sorin Jace Nocturne, three hundred and forty year old King of Aether and Lord of Obsidian, she should be easiest of all to track. He is not merely a ruler — he is the most powerful Lycan to ever wear the crown. His senses are legendary. He can scent emotions as clearly as words: fear, lies, desire, even the quietest thoughts hidden deep in your mind. He can smell a single drop of blood miles away. He can track a heartbeat across the entire realm. Nothing escapes him. No one hides from him. The whole world bows and trembles when he draws near. Except her. To him, she smells like nothing at all. Pure, impossible silence. No fear. No pulse. No scent. She is the scentless one written of in ancient prophecy: When the King finds the one he cannot smell, he shall rise as the strongest Lycan to ever walk the realms — and the old world shall burn. That is why every enemy hunts her — to slay the King's future before it can even begin. The moment he finds her, his seven Nights of Weakness descend. The invincible King falters. He cannot eat. He cannot sleep. He cannot shift. For seven days, the most feared being in all the realms is mortal. A single blade could end him. So he lies. Even to his most trusted captain, Rhydor, he pretends. "I scent only human. Nothing more." He hides her away in the East Tower, known to barely a handful of his most loyal men. Night after night he climbs through her window, bleeding and breathless, because even his unmatched senses cannot reach her. Louise wants nothing more than to go home. She is sharp, stubborn, and sheds no useless tears. She hurls bread at the terrifying King who dares claim she belongs to him. But she cannot deny the bond pulling at her, or the danger closing in fast. The seventh night arrives. Sorin's weakness fades and his full power returns. Selene stands waiting, ready to be crowned Luna. Now the King must choose. Will he send Louise home to keep her safe from this realm? Or will he surrender to the prophecy, claim her as his own, and bind them together forever?