Luna's Revenge

Luna POV:

Long ago, the world was covered in a veil of mystery, a fragile balance existed between the realms of mortals and the supernatural.

As the centuries flew by, a crack formed between the two worlds, a division fueled by fear, misunderstanding, and the relentless passage of time. The supernatural forces that once reveled in the presence of mortals retreated to the shadows, their true nature hidden in secrecy and legend. Yet, the echoes of forgotten tales whispered through the ages, carried on the winds of memory. Legends spoke of a time when harmony reigned, when humans and the Werewolves lived in harmony, their souls woven in a balance.

It is within this world of forgotten past and lost histories that our story unfolds. The world on the edge of change, the force of anticipation rising through the air. It is a time of transition, where the cloak between the realms grows thin, and the werewolves that have long remained hidden urge to reveal themselves to humanity once more.

Now that urge threatens our existence. We have gotten weaker with years of isolation. Many of our kind have lost their ability of Shape shifting, most now trapped in their werewolf form. I, among few others, are the only one left with the ability to transform..

Our Existence was suddenly met with danger and threat of extinction when my kinds started getting hunted by mere mortals who call themselves Wolf Hunters. It was assumed as a couple of hunters hunting for gaming and pride in the beginning, but their hunting became incessant. Hundreds of my kinds were hunted and killed before it was discovered by our source, one of the few that could still shape shift that it was the general who ordered the capture of wolves for massive rewards. He believed our blood was a secret to immortality, which he so much yearned for. A secret that was unknown even to us. Not even the oldest werewolves knew our blood could grant immortality to humans.

The Wolf Hunters came in hundreds and thousands to hunt us down and most often than not were successful in killing us in the Hundreds. They have gotten incredibly fast, strong, hungry and bloodthirsty for us to keep up with. Humans, once viewed as the most fickle and weakest creatures, became the bane of our existence.

I defended my kind as strong as I could, but there was only little I could do with my young strength against the strong humans who were in possession of Wolfs bane, the most poisonous substance known to my kind and the perfect weapon to be wielded by the humans.

The more we hid, the more we were hunted.