The Wolf King cruelly killed my family. When he learned the truth after I died, he regretted it crazy.

To bring an end to the brutal war, I volunteered to become a peace bride, marrying Kael, the formidable chieftain of the Wolfen Clans, my childhood companion.

Kael, a whirlwind of raw power, pinned me to the open plains. For three days and three nights, he took me until I faded into unconsciousness.

I truly believed Kael loved me.

But later, it was *he* who led a hundred thousand beast warriors, their iron hooves trampling through the heart of Aethelgard.

He forced my head back, making me watch in horror: my King, torn apart by the wolves until his head was gone.