Wolf Gang

The music under the mansion was violent, the kind that rattled the bones of the walls, the kind that swallowed voices whole and made the air throb like a heartbeat gone wild.

The basement club of Ares Langford’s Tokyo mansion was lit in deep neon blues and reds, lights slicing through smoke and laughter. It wasn’t a room, it was a world — underground, private, lawless, loud. A space he’d built years ago but rarely used anymore. At least not until Lila came back into his life ...