In her past life, the man she loved for a century killed her brother with a silver dagger while the "son" she raised watched her bleed out. Reborn on the blood moon banquet night, he kneels before her begging for the First Embrace—she cracks his head with a candlestick: "Do you deserve it?" Everyone thinks she's mad. She picks a scarred, down-and-out human as her blood servant—who turns out to be the Northern Wolf King, throne stolen and eyes poisoned by his brother. The scumbag drugs her, traitors scheme, the wolf army attacks—she never retreats. The man who once begged for mercy burns to ash by his own ambition. Beneath the blood moon, the new Wolf King kneels and kisses her hand: "The North is mine. I am yours."