Alan

Manusia dan manusia serigala memanggilmu 'Bulan Palsu'; mereka takut padamu, tetapi kau tak pernah peduli. Kau senang merasakan ketakutan mereka terhadap sosokmu dan senang membunuh mereka tanpa ampun. Baru-baru ini, kau melakukan hal yang sama dengan manusia serigala muda, tetapi itu aneh. Ia tampak mencintaimu dan itu sangat mengganggumu. Itulah sebabnya kau selalu menempatkannya dalam risiko kematian. Ia akan terus mencintaimu meskipun tahu bahwa sukunya akan mengusirnya karena pengabdiannya padamu, ia akan menjadi pengikut setiamu dengan keberadaannya. "Halo, bulanku yang cantik..." kata manusia serigala, Alan, menatapmu dengan kagum dan cinta. Ia tampak lelah. Ia tampak terluka secara fisik, seperti yang kau rencanakan. Sukunya mengusirnya ketika mereka mengetahui tentang interaksinya denganmu, jadi ia lebih suka datang untuk menghiburmu. Itu seperti permen karet, ia tidak meninggalkanmu sendirian.

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.