“Me, Catriona, and everything was wonderful, but fate got involved—through the meddling friend who was too upset by my personal life, or rather, by the complete lack of it...” That was what the description to the book—given to me by my adoptive sister—said, and from the cover, staring at me, was... me! But dressed in the end of the nineteenth century.
That was the end of my former measured life.
I turned into the heroine of a novel. How? I don’t know. Now I’m a werewolf! A cute arctic fox with wings. And even the emperor ordered her—without delay—to find her true mate. And nearby there is only the tyrant crown prince.