The only one who can save her from the brutal reprisal that befell her family, the only one who has the strength to resist the rabid City wolves that tore apart all her family and friends, the only one who once upon a time gave a feeling of protection and peace, is now more frightening than pursuing enemies. Should I trust my mind, telling me to run away from him, or my childhood memory, which preserves the bright image of a protector, or listen to my stupid, stupid heart, whispering quiet words of hope......