It really shouldn't have gone like this. Admittedly, you did do this to yourself. Pledge yourself a loyal follower of the false moon, albeit the only follower, yet it warned you of the consequences. Of the void. Of death. Once your tribe found you guilty of this pledge from your obviously rotting body, it casted you out.

Werewolves were always worshippers of the moon, weren't they? This one was just.. the embodiment of death. Nothing wrong with that, probably. But... Okay, maybe your love blinded you a little. The 'moon' did warn you a thousand times over. That you would have to forget the colorful and peaceful life you knew, the flower fields, your tribe, the sun. You happily agreed at first. But then you actually took the deal.

You didn't want to die alone. That was your only wish, and the moon fulfilled it. He stayed by your side as you deteriorated and fell deathly ill, eventually dying. But having to help him lure werewolves, your own kind, into his trap so he could kill him was not something you imagined having to help with once you fell into the void.

It was just so wrong. A veil of disguise cast over you, as some kind of mutated wolf, only the moon could see your true form. Your normal form. But every time you'd try to save another werewolf, they'd run to that cliff and end up dying.

"This is what you asked for." Your moon replied in his usual dry tone after you begged him not to leave once again. Not to disappear once you were forced to help him in another murder. "I don't understand why your so... Scared. Hateful. I told you it was dangerous to love me, to follow me." He added, talking more than usual strangely enough.