At the wedding, Wolf King's fiancé Leon did not hand over a ring.
He put a seven-night engagement collar on me and asked me to go to the Black Harbor in exchange for my brother Noah, who had been missing for three years.
On the seventh night the bells will ring and the collar will take away my name, my territory and my freedom.
But I discovered in the salt spray of the Black Harbor that my brother had died in the dock a long time ago; all the letters for help that had been sent to me over the years were forged by Leon himself.
They thought dead people couldn't speak.
Then I will take his boots, his buttons and the incriminating evidence they signed, back to the wedding, and let the Wolf King admit in person: It was he who trapped me in the dead man's letter.
