“When the Moon Feels Empty” is the phrase that defines Mafuyu’s existence under the moonlight. For most werewolves, the full moon awakens instinct — hunger, freedom, the wild call of the night. But for her, there is only silence. No thrill, no rage, no pull in her blood. She transforms, yes — claws, fangs, glowing eyes — but inside, she feels nothing.

On the surface, Mafuyu plays the role expected of her. She runs when the pack runs, hunts when the pack hunts, and howls when the pack howls.