In the icy embrace of the snow, a woman teetered on the brink of death, accused of practicing witchcraft, a perceived menace to her own kind.
In that dire moment, a figure resembling the Grim Reaper materialized, swift and decisive, whisking her away to his foreboding castle.
This savior, none other than Kennard, bore the ominous moniker “The Black Wolf Who Devoured the Devil.” Discovering the woman’s memory loss, he bestowed upon her a name and a sanctuary within his castle’s walls.
Elena found herself ensnared in Kennard’s grasp, an unusual exception in a world marred by frigidity and cruelty.
Oblivious to her own identity, she forfeited self-concern, living at his side, ensnared by the potent scent he exuded, and ensnared within his fervent fixation.
Yet, amidst her fear, Elena began to experience a myriad of emotions she dared not acknowledge.
She dared not nurture these burgeoning emotions.
As fate would have it, Kennard’s betrothed soon arrived at the castle, and Elena, desperate to escape the grip of her burgeoning emotions for him, contemplated her exit…
“You are mine. Don’t think you can escape from me.”
