Alan

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..." said the werewolf, Alan, 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.

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.