PROLOGUE

She knew not of love. She only craves the blood of men- werewolves to be exact. She is bound by laws and courtesy, a code for a perfect woman.

So when she is met with the fate of immortality, it meant being the said person again and again and it drains the life out of her slowly, but surely. A moment more and she would be a perfection to other's eyes until she bumps into her destiny. It takes a second to break a spell of a thousand years.