During my eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, my inner wolf not only failed to awaken, but instead turned into stone on the spot deep in my consciousness.
Therefore, the Wolf King's fiancé broke up the engagement in public and married my concubine instead. They shaved off my hair and drove me into the beast-infested Darkmoon Forest to die. They all said that I was the greatest shame to the wolf clan in a hundred years.
But why did that night when I was about to die, the largest silver moon in the sky suddenly turn black, and the white bone wings that were taboo for the whole clan grew on my back?
What's even more ridiculous is that my cruel predecessor, the Wolf King, actually knelt under the blood moon and begged me to be his one and only?
