I hunted him down. Now I'm on his moth wanted list. As a female detective for the NYPD, I thought I'd seen everything. But when a string of murders goes unsolved, I'm led into some very dark places. Every witness tells me the same thing. The killer is a creature with red eyes and massive wings. A moth man. A cryptid. Obviously not real. I don't believe in urban legends, but I'm used to hunting evil. It's up to me to follow the leads, and go where the evidence takes me. What I find is a monster. A dark harbinger of doom. Devastatingly real. But there are even more surprises in store. I never expected him to be so. Darn. Hot. I never expected to become his prey. Now the hunter has become the hunted. And escaping this winged nightmare without surrendering to his dark charms might be the last thing I never do.