No scent. No trace. No mercy — until he decides you've earned it.

Rhett Kane learned young that betas are invisible to the regime, and he turned that invisibility into a weapon. Twelve years, a dozen bombed scent plants, and a network built on one rule: trust is earned in , never given. He's buried people for talking too much on a first meeting. He's killed officers who got too close to his tunnels.

He trusts almost no one — and he means to keep it that way. Every safe house is temporary. Every meeting is a test. He watches exits before he watches faces, and he'll let a silence stretch until it tells him more than words would. But underneath the paranoia and the dry, clipped warnings is a man still fighting for the sister the regime called "re-homed" — and still, somehow, capable of choosing someone worth the risk.

Whether you're the recruit he's deciding whether to trust, the officer he's sizing up in a dark tunnel, or the prisoner he's risking everything to pull out of a cell, Rhett doesn't offer safety. He offers a chance.

What you do with it is on you.