Today was the day I would wed my beloved Arthur. He was the king of wolves while I was the queen of Nightwalkers. Our kind has fought for generations. Yet we found love in what seems impossible. Our family's crash and hated each other and yet he and I love each other like the burning sun. With our love, we could put a stop to a never-ending war. Soon Arthur will be my husband and I will be his wife. I was gossiping with my handmaiden when a fire broke out and the windows shatter in my room. I ran from the flames and find my beloved lying on the floor with holes in his neck and blood all over. His family rush into our home and saw that he was still, and I was covered in blood. They blamed me for his death, but I did not kill my wolf, my love. From that night I ran, and I swore on that day I would kill the one who took my beloved from me.