Her blueprints were meant to bridge two worlds.
The Werewolf Council had other plans—her name was already slashed in red ink in their archives.
He was their enforcer, all polished suits and hidden claws, tracking every line she drew while letting her dance on the edge of forbidden ideas.
He had spent his life upholding the Council’s order—until her.
The stubborn woman who thought a single building could mend the rift between wolves and humans.
He got close to extinguish that reckless dream. Instead, he found himself distracted—by the mess of her hair after sleepless nights sketching, by the fire in her eyes when she spoke of equality.
Then the order came: “Erase her. Make it clean.”
For the first time, he was ready to betray everything he was.
The only question was—who would he betray?
