The Westfield Protocol

The Institute was built to control power.
It was never meant to ignite it.
Seren Ashford arrives at Westfield knowing one rule above all others: witches who bond with wolves lose everything.
Her grandmother proved that.
Assigned to House Leporem-eight heirs, eight bloodlines, one carefully monitored containment unit-Seren intends to keep her magic disciplined, her distance measured, and her heart untouched.
Then she meets Callum Voss.
Werewolf. Alpha-bloodline. Unaware.
The bond between them shouldn't exist.
It shouldn't spark when he draws blood in training.
It shouldn't hum beneath her skin when he steps too close.
It shouldn't feel like recognition.
At Westfield, bonds are logged, regulated, and, if necessary, destroyed.
Because history has shown that when witches and wolves ignite, entire wings burn.
As surveillance tightens and the Ledger marks their names, Seren must decide:
Obey the Protocol.
Or risk becoming the very scandal her family never recovered from.
Some bonds are forbidden.
Some are fatal.
And some refuse to be contained.
The Protocol was never meant to fail.