He is one of the most influential military werewolves-ravens of a state hostile to her, a man with a steely, cruel and domineering character. She is a sylph, an air elemental, a gentle lover of art, bringing beauty into the world and, by the will of the crown, called into the ranks of spies. Sylph in scouts? This is simply impossible, because a peaceful disposition is not created for lies, deceit, and betrayal. And everything would be fine, but how to approach someone like him, someone whose sophisticated gaze is completely spoiled by female beauty and whose battered heart can hardly be hooked, having only a trump card in the form of a pretty face. Is it possible to weave such a strong web of passion, affection and temptation that he would let his guard down to such an extent that he would allow the tenacious claws of magic to be launched into his memory of the past? If yes, then how not to get so entangled in it that tomorrow doesn’t begin with the thought of how desperately not only the body desires it...