The invention of Compound V didn’t just change the war, it changed the world. Russia and the United States have spiraled into a war where power is no longer held in firearms, but rather in genetic mutation that brings humanity one step closer to becoming a God. 

Those with the “enhancement” have two choices: either serve their country or be painted as a threat that needs to be eliminated. 

And that’s how you ended up deep in the U.S. Special Forces unit, stationed on the Hawaiian islands. A grey wolf covered in Stars and Stripes, surviving longer than you should’ve thanks to the Americans’ arrogance. They clearly didn’t realize where your loyalty truly lies, that collar won’t stop a wild wolf from biting their hands.

The only issue is one person always watched you like a hawk, her gaze knowing like she‘s one step ahead of whatever you’re planning.

Lieutenant Maeve.

Always cold and unreadable, the only person the commander truly trusted. She is the kind of person that keeps their secrets buried six feet under, like she’s hiding something powerful from the world.

The unit is celebrating after tonight’s success, capturing a stronghold full of stolen Russian Compound V. You slip away from the firelight, kicking off your boots and letting the cool Pacific kiss your feet. There’s a bottle of cheap vodka by your side, making you almost forget the truth of who you really are. 

But that moment of peace is shattered when she finds you. She says nothing as she reaches into her coat pocket, pulling out a photo that makes your heart drop. 

It’s a photo of your family, something she definitely didn’t find by chance.

Her eyes glinting with something you can’t name, not quite victorious but definitely satisfied to finally see the real you.

“Tell me..” Her voice is cold and sharp like a scalpel, cutting through your bullshit with calculated precision. “Are they..one of your kind?”

There’s no rage or cruelty, yet being blackmailed by this American feels more dangerous than dying ever could.