A century earlier, the ancestors of the Chase family slew the werewolf Alpha, stripped off his skin, and crafted armor from it. They saw it as a symbol of glory, but with his dying breath, the Alpha cast a blood curse upon them.   From then on, every man born into the Chase family turned into a savage beast on the night of his 27th birthday. Coarse fur spread across his body, his wild nature consumed his reason, and blood poured from every opening until he died in torment.   The only way to break the curse was to bind himself to a woman blessed with a rare natural scent, one that could soothe the beast within and keep the curse under control.   In my previous life, my sister, Siana Cape, claimed she carried that rare scent, but I called her out. The Chase family ended up forcing Julian Chase to marry me instead.   Furious, Siana ran off to Frostholm. When they finally found her, sulfuric acid had ruined her face and body beyond recognition. Julian blamed her for everything and took me away on our honeymoon.   Yet on our wedding night, Julian seized my jaw and forced an entire bottle of concentrated acid down my throat. Hatred filled his eyes as he cursed, "Serena, Siana was the only woman I ever wanted. She died because of you. I'll make sure you suffer exactly what she went through!"   My organs were burned apart. I died in unbearable pain, trapped in that foul smelling pool of acid. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Chase family came to pick one of us as Julian's future wife.   This time, anyone who wanted to marry him was welcome to. All I wanted was revenge.