The elders chose me for a sacrifice. The girls were handed over to be torn apart by werewolves. For that, the wolves didn’t attack peaceful residents.
That’s how I met my beast. A predator in human guise. He has neither a heart nor a soul. I’m not naive, and I understand perfectly well that he will never become tame. What should I do?
How to survive in the beast’s lair and not become its next victim?