Sage's POV
The Velvet Fang wasn’t like any club I’d ever seen before.
Not in the northern cities, not in the underground dens along the border.
It was like a whisper dressed up as a building: discreet, elegant, and dangerously selective.
At first glance, it was just a plain entrance on a shadowy street. No sign, no music, no line. Just a smooth black door with an almost invisible symbol etched in gold: a curved fang, like a crescent moon.
That was it. Nothing more.
But beneath the skin of the place, something else pulsed.
Power.
Power disguised as pleasure.
Information tucked between skins, tongues, moans, and deals that weren’t signed with ink.
Zack leaned against the wall beside me, but his whole body vibrated with impatience. He didn’t say a word, but I knew him well enough to
