Beginning to remember, or only growing more lost? We're finding clues to my past, following trails that should lead us close. Then why do scents keep fading? If my clan is out here, why haven't they come looking for me? Now I'm unsure how much I even want to find them. It's hard to focus when dance halls beckon, Komu is coming into his own, humans threaten the clan, and our skulk may be crumbling apart. This is Book 2 in the Foxes of the Midnight Sun trilogy.