Sergeant Riot was protecting the world from an alien invasion one minute, only to wake up in a mental institution the next. She isn’t sure what’s going on, but she’s going to crack skulls until she gets to the bottom of it. Most of the patients at the institute are what one might expect from this sort of facility: some are manic, some are weird, and some are full of drool. The wardens are strict, but they’re not used to handling the caliber of crazy that Riot brings to the table.

Because the universe can’t save itself. When others run from danger, Riot runs toward it. When others throw up, she throws down. And when there’s a brawl in a bar, well … she’s probably the one who caused it. But now, the person voted least likely not to blow stuff up by her unit has been given another mission: explore the universe and forge bonds with new alien races in order to save earth from another invasion. Backed by her ride or die crew - the only guys she’d trust on a mission such as this - and a scientist, because, well, science, Riot blasts off in a spaceship headed to distant galaxies, the fate of the planet resting on her shoulders.

Riot has tasted the turbulence of the universe, and she loves it. With echoes of wonder and cries for help, swarms of claws and clans under siege, the vastness calls out for a hero. Instead, Riot and her War Wolves will rush in to save them. But after she's blown some stuff up. In a blacked out haze of adrenaline and whiskey, she confronts her demons, her feelings for Ketrick, and a big-ass-bug alien.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back into space Things are about to get all kinds of weird. Smart-mouthed Riot rallies her ragtag pack into the fray once more in the third installment of the War Wolves series. Fueled by extreme amounts of caffeine, questionable morals, and a dose of epinephrine, they stand against a force threatening the cosmos. Will Riot’s brashness lead them to victory over a dark enemy or lead her towards the darkness of her past?