In the shadows of modern-day Chicago, beneath a city gilded in glass and lies, three werewolf brothers work as mercenaries for hire—executioners, bodyguards, bounty-hunters for the monsters who can afford them. Munez, Reik, and Salef Faralai are triplets born of blood-ritual and war, bound by the same curse but shaped by vastly different blades. They operate out of the Burn Room, taking contracts soaked in arcane law and paid in silence and scars. For them, the supernatural underworld isn’t myth—it’s business. But when a contract arrives sealed in human skin and branded with a black sigil, their lives fracture. The job: retrieve Elira Voss—a girl with ancient blood, hunted by vampire nobility for reasons cloaked in ritual and rot. She’s not a vampire. Not a werewolf. She’s something older. Something marked. What begins as a standard retrieval becomes a descent into forbidden magic, blood-bound prophecy, and a war that never ended. Reik dreams of her before he meets her. Salef senses the glyphs tied to her pulse. Munez sees too late that the contract isn’t just about control—it’s about inheritance. If they deliver her, they secure power and survival. If they betray the contract… they risk everything. But some bindings go deeper than blood. And some names are sigils all their own.