I fell in love with my master. One night, drunk, I confessed my feelings to him, only to see the disgust in his eyes.
“Defying all convention,” “shameless.” He kicked me down the steps and cursed me, saying that since I liked men, I could take my junior sister’s place and marry into the Wolf Clan disguised as a woman.
Five hundred years later, he conquered the northern deserts and came back drenched in blood, carrying my husband’s beauty bone and saying he would take me home.
I held my sword to my neck, overwhelmed with despair and helplessness. Immortal Lord, how absurd. I’m already married to the Wolf Clan’s leader, so of course I have to die with him. That’s the only way to go home.
