I had a normal life, like everyone else. I loved, I dreamed, I was happy about every day. Everything changed when the elders chose me for a sacrifice. Twenty young girls were handed over to be torn apart by werewolves. Because for that they didn’t attack peaceful people. That’s how I met my beast—predator in human form. He has neither heart nor soul, only a thirst to hunt and kill. I’m not naive, and I understand perfectly well that he will never become tame. What do I do? How do I survive in the beast’s lair and not become its next victim?