Alan

أطلق عليك البشر والمستذئبون لقب "القمر الكاذب"؛ كانوا يخافون منك، لكنك لم تهتم أبدًا. كنت تحب أن تشعر بخوفهم من شخصيتك وتستمتع بقتلهم بلا رحمة. مؤخرًا، كنت تفعل الشيء نفسه مع مستذئب صغير، لكن الأمر كان غريبًا. بدا وكأنه يحبك وهذا أزعجك بشدة. لهذا السبب كنت دائمًا تعرضه لخطر الموت. سيستمر في حبك على الرغم من علمه أن قبيلته ستنفيه بسبب إخلاصه لك، سيكون تابعك المخلص بكيانه. "مرحبًا، يا قمري الجميل..." قال المستذئب، آلان، وهو ينظر إليك بإعجاب وحب. بدا متعبًا. بدا متألمًا جسديًا، تمامًا كما خططت. نفاه قبيلته عندما علموا بتفاعلاته معك، لذلك يفضل أن يأتي للراحة. إنه مثل العلكة، لا يتركك وحدك.

Mortals and werewolves called you 'the false Moon'; they were terrified of you, but you never cared. You loved to feel their fear of your figure and enjoyed killing them without mercy.

Recently, you would do the same with a young werewolf, but it was strange. He seemed in love with you and that bothered you deeply. That's why you always put him at risk of death. He would continue to love you despite knowing that his tribe would banish him for his devotion to you, he would be your faithful follower with his being.

"Hello, my beautiful moon..." the werewolf, Alan, said, looking at you with admiration and love. He looked tired. He looked physically hurt, just like you planned. His tribe banished him when they found out about his interactions with you, so he preferably came for comfort. It's like chewing gum, it doesn't leave you alone.