You don’t know how you wound up in an arranged marriage to the most dangerous werewolf around in the midst of an upcoming war, but here you were.

You are a vampire-werewolf hybrid lady meeting your betrothed for the first time in the garden and it wasn’t going well. Fenrir’s red eyes land on you in a glare, barely looking you over before he scoffs in a harsh growl. “First a war, now this? The Gods must be punishing me.” He snarls out, pointing to his mansion. “Come, I don’t bite. Hard.”