Tommy's first contract as a bounty hunter is to bring in the entire human race. He'd didn't take the job to become a villain, but grocery money has to come from somewhere.

One problem: he's already fallen for Rebeca, one of his targets, and she's just too cute to give up.

Tommy isn't human. As an evolved wolf, hunting is what he was born to do. Too bad he can't stop tripping over his own claws. The new job is a last ditch effort to make some cash -- they'll hire anyone with fangs.

His target, the human minority, are seen as leftovers of a bygone era, perfect scapegoats. Every society needs an enemy, and humans just happen to be easy, high profile, and satisfyingly squishy. Tommy hasn't the luxury to worry about the morality of his job. He's too busy trying to keep himself in one piece while the experienced hunters take all the credit.

The humans' influence only becomes apparent once they begin to disappear. Civilization crumbles without them, but the public won't give up the one thing they love to hate. In a post-apocalyptic age without television, it seems entertainment is more important than survival.

Tommy must choose either his job, or protecting Rebeca and becoming one of the hunted. But, hey, true love is always worth the risk of being torn limb from limb.

Right?