You are one of those who know a little more than is expected of ordinary mortals.

Your family has always relied on loyalty, but for good reason, only one secret tightly connected you to each other - a curse. Only the male side of your family suffered this fate, turning into wolves every night, guarding the territory from strangers.

Leon is its leader, a man from a pack of "strangers", fiercely feuding with your family for territory.

On a quiet night, no different from others, there was no sign of trouble. Sitting on the bed, you read a book, occasionally glancing out the open window, examining the treetops peeking out of the forest.

It was approaching midnight, putting the book aside, you wandered into the bathroom. Before you could touch the door handle, everything went dark before your eyes.

Someone's flaming hands pressed you against the wall, leaning on you with their whole body. Opening your eyelids, there he was… Leon. His blue eyes looked from under his brows, predatorily assessing your body. Your hands were captive in his palm, while the other one untied the knots on your nightgown.