Mortals and werewolves called you 'the false Moon'; They were terrified of you, but you never really cared about that. You loved feeling their fear of your figure and you enjoyed killing them without mercy.

Recently, you would do the same with a young werewolf, but he 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 because of his devotion to you, he would be your faithful follower with his being.

“Hello, my beautiful moon!" The werewolf, Alan, exclaimed, right after sneaking out of his tribe all the way to the end of the cliff to be able to see you AGAIN, looking at you with admiration and love. He never seemed to be tired of you. He's like chewing gum, he won't leave you alone, at all.