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Gretta is caught in a planet she shouldn't have visited due to her resemblance to a creature from another parallel universe.

It all began with Elisabeth Neona, the wolf queen who was killed by her own lover Leon Matteo. The killing of Elisabeth Neona sparked civil strife and conflict throughout Orlin.

	Leon Matteo is a fugitive on the run, and whomever captures him will be lavishly rewarded from the palace, life or death. Leon Matteo's personal position is that of the previous king's right-hand man as well as the leader of the Alpha special forces unit.

Leon Matteo entered the human world during his escape. A world where he couldn't even act like a werewolf was under attack by enemies chasing him away from Orlin.

His first encounter with a girl named Gretta Orlin came by chance. An average girl who shares many similarities with Elisabeth. Her face, body, and the stench of his own blood.

Leon's mistake in mistaking Gretta for Elisabeth provoked another wolf to attack the girl.

Gretta's life changes and falls apart. His parents were brutally murdered by a group of wolves who attacked her. She promised to take revenge, starting with Leon who she suspected was the cause of all the events that happened to her.

Gretta follows him to Orlin, where she experiences so many physical changes that she begins to doubt her true identity. The more time she spends with the wolves, the more her physique changes to the furry creature's. Who exactly is her?

Gretta, once again, felt at ease when she was around Leon. Her heart had fallen for that man, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him.

How will she exact her vengeance later? Will Leon continue to assist or kill her?

A Werewolf Story; Roll Up Between Love And Hate

The sound of the door knocking echoed throughout Gretta's room, she who was sitting enjoying the afternoon breeze that sometimes came to greet her face, turned her head to the source of the sound.

"Excuse me, Her Majesty Queen Gretta. I came to bring you the hot tea you ordered."

"Come in!" exclaimed Gretta. She felt familiar with the voice that was greeting her from outside, the baritone was familiar.

And sure enough, it was Shan. He opened the door, in his hand was a glass of hot tea on show. Carefully, he walked slowly without taking his eyes off the tray. Worried that the tea on it would fall because of his unbalance.

"Please, Your Majesty Queen Gretta," he said as he moved the cup of tea from the tray to the table in front of Gretta.

Gretta looked at him with a strange look.

"You are very strange," Gretta said.

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