She knows what he is. A creature bound to the moon, all teeth and instinct, sharp edges that cut into the life she thought she’d have. His promises are like smoke — gone by morning, replaced with the weight of claws and hunger. And still, she finds herself drawn back to him. Again and again. When he kisses her, it’s not tenderness but fire, like he’s daring her to regret loving someone who could devour her whole. She tells herself she can tame him, that there’s a man buried inside the beast. But each night he turns, she feels herself slipping further — into his world, his curse, his darkness. Will she save him from it, or lose herself completely to the wolf?