If someone had told me earlier that I would attract attention from the most unbearable, arrogant, and domineering man in the world, I would have laughed out loud in the face of the one who said that and gone on to clean out the pockets of the residents of Hell. But it happened—and now there are only two options: run without looking back from this new world for me, from my feelings and from the danger waiting around every corner, or stay and try to reform the king of werewolfs—whose blood is like nectar and melts on my lips.