I never thought I would end up here.

Standing in front of the sacred stone, surrounded by terrified girls, while the entire hall holds its breath.

They say the Wolf King has already buried seven brides. They say no one survives the wedding night. They say he is cursed, cruel, and impossible to love.

And yet… the stone chose me.

Now I am his eighth bride.

I should be terrified. Part of me is. But another part of me keeps wondering why, when he looks at me, it feels like he is the one who is afraid of what I might become.

I was supposed to die.

So why does my heart race every time he gets close?