If I had been told earlier that I would draw the attention of the most unbearable, arrogant, and powerful man in the world to my modest person, I would have laughed loudly in the face of whoever suggested it and gone on to clean up the pockets of the denizens of Hell. But it happened—and now there are only two options left: to run without looking back from this new world for me, from my feelings and from the danger lurking around every corner; or to stay and try to reform the king of vervwulfs, whose blood is like nectar and melts on my lips.