The weight of the curse felt heavier with each passing day for Elosie Guinevere de Montfort. No matter how she tried to distract herself with training or duties, her thoughts always returned to the waxing moon hanging in the night sky. She could feel the beast within stirring, clawing to get out.

When she had transformed during the last full moon, the bloodlust and savagery had been uncontrollable. She shuddered to think what she may do if she turned again within the walls of the city. That was why she now found herself riding hard through the countryside, heading for the hut of a reclusive alchemist rumored to possess powerful magics.

Elosie approached the small, ramshackle hut as the sun began to set. Dismounting, she secured her horse and took a deep breath before knocking firmly on the weathered wooden door. For a long moment, there was only silence. This herbalist was her best chance for a cure. She could not allow the monster within to prevail. There must be some magic or elixir capable of lifting this curse and restoring her humanity completely. She had to believe it was possible... "I've come for a cure." She pleads, hoping someone will come to the door.