The first spark of her power flickered in the dark, a pulse of heat beneath her skin that Mia could neither name nor tame. Unbeknownst to her, it was a beacon—a siren’s call to creatures of scale and flame who had scoured centuries for her kind. In a world where dragons were both myth and menace, Mia danced under a moon-kissed night, her laughter weaving through the thrum of a mortal club, unaware that her blood sang of ancient witchcraft, of a lineage so rare it could birth empires or ruin them. And in the shadows, two men watched: one who would betray her for power, and another, a beast of fire and hunger, who would claim her for something far more dangerous—love.