(A/N: I'm not sure if I want to continue this story.) Reading books with genres of fiction, fantasy, supernatural, and mythology has always been a favorite past time for Anemone. From her adolescent years into her adulthood, she lost her love for this hobby. Tired and stressed from college, she poured her frustrations into reading these books excessively. Transporting herself into a fictional world far different from her own for the sake of getting away from the troubles and challenges in life. This intense desire to get isekai'd turned into reality upon accidentally falling down the stairs in her house and passing out. She woke up in a world far from her own. It was a werewolf type of world containing cliches. Soulmates or mates. One-sided love. Jealous antagonists. The cat and mouse chase of love. It was like those popular werewolf stories that she read back in high school. However, there was something different about this world. It seemed that there was a unwavering division between werewolves and humans fuelled by a certain incident of the past. Knowing that she was not from this world, she assumed that she would not get involved in such things. She aimed to live peacefully and watch the drama unfold. However, it seemed that fate had others plans. She found her fate entangled with a werewolf whose only goal is to take down the human hunters who had been disturbing their kind's peace. This hatred was ignited upon the slaughter of one of their kind years ago. The big bad wolf from the infamous story of the little riding hood. (This is inspired by the transmigration or reincarnation novels, manga, manhua and manwha I've read.)