KAIST:
I was in the midst of a hunt when a strong smell of blood mingling with honeyed milk and cherries filled my head.
I was about to drink at the spring in the middle of the woods, but I staggered. Am I hallucinating? Why can I smell Dahlia’s scent here at the heart of the woods?
It has been a little more than two months since Dahlia failed to show at our wedding.
I resented her for it. Since then, there was no night when my heart did not throb and ache for her. I knew that she was with that scoundrel Tristan somewhere, but what can I do? She had expressed her love for him countless times in my presence before. She had begged me to stop the wedding to be with that wolf, but I was the one who didn’t listen… I was the one to be utterly blamed.