The night had deeply enveloped the land, but the half moon's appearance was unusual – a phenomenon known as the "Moon of Horizontal Divide"
"The luminary of prophecy," an elderly man uttered, gazing intently at the moon, he was on a mountain. He quickly averted his gaze, fearing the moon's influence might cause him to shift unintentionally and lose himself. The young man accompanying him also looked away from the moon. "What is that, Grandpa?" he asked. "The coming of the luminary of prophecy is near. Do you know what that means?" The youth shook his head in response. "It means the arrival of one destined to vanquish the Carnifex and the one who controls them, the powerful sorceress who has never revealed herself to the world, is near. According to prophecy, when the luminary arrives, he will bring peace to the entire land by defeating the sorceress Divina and the monsters she made." The youth's eyes widened, shining with excitement. "Wow, is that true?" he asked in awe. "That's amazing! When will he arrive? Is there's an exact date for his appearance?" The old man stopped and thought for a moment. "I don't know... Yeah, you're right. I guess nobody knows when he's showing up. We'll just have to wait and see, I suppose." The Carnifex are a type of Werewolf that cannot transform into human form because they are undead creatures. They are cursed and under the control of the sorceress Divina, who commands them to hunt and kill Werewolves. According to the elderly, Divina's goal is to eradicate the entire Werewolf community, and she created the Carnifex from former Werewolves to achieve this. This prophecy is well-known among the Werewolf community, but it's mostly the elderly council members and those who study the prophecies who pay attention to it; the young ones tend to overlook it. After talking for a while, the two of them then descended from the mountain and headed home. . . . Coinciding with the appearance of the sign on the moon was the beginning of a change in the fate of a young woman, who unbeknownst to everyone, would play a significant role in the future. "Stay away! Don't touch me!" Shamia cried out in the dark and cold night as a stranger suddenly pounced on her, appearing out of nowhere. She was stunned for a second as she saw the handsome face of the man when he lay on top of her. She admitted that this was the first time she had seen such striking features. Every detail on his face - his eyes, nose, lips, and even his accentuated jaw - gave him a strong and masculine look, seemingly like a great painter's masterpiece. Her gaze lingered on his chiseled features for only a moment, though, before her attention was caught by his erratic behavior. He seemed out of his mind, acting like he was craving and greedy to eat, like he was extremely starving. Shamia's instincts screamed warning as she gazed into his bloodshot eyes. His menacing aura sent shivers down her spine. Could this be a Carnifex, a monstrous creature from her kind's darkest tales? Rumors spread that Carnifexes were undead Werewolves, driven by a sorcerer's dark magic to devour her own kind and sow chaos. The sorcerer's vengeance against the werewolves was said to be merciless, seeking to eradicate their entire bloodline. Shamia struggled, but what could a weakling like her, devoid of wolf spirit, do against the man's strength? She was clearly no match for him, and soon she was overpowered. Resigned to her fate, she closed her eyes tightly and waited for him to devour her alive, knowing she'd be his dinner for tonight. But what she expected didn't happen. As the man loomed over her, she thought he'd start feasting on her, but instead, she felt his warm lips brushing against her neck. She thought maybe he'd start there, but instead, he gave her a passionate kiss. It was then followed by a series of fervent kisses. 'What's going on?' she wondered. Shouldn't he be eating her? What was he doing instead? Shamia jolted as she felt the man's hand caressing her bre*st. "W-wait, what are you doing?" She tried to stop him, but he grasped both of her hands and pinned them above her head. With the man's strength, Shamia was helpless. A strange feeling crept over her - it seemed the man had other "appetites" in mind for her. But didn't he find her disgusting? Her face and body were dirty from a whole day's work at the quarry; couldn't he see the mud she had smeared over her face? Yet, the man seemed out of his senses, oblivious to her state as long as he could satiate his desires. The man ruthlessly removed Shamia's lower garments without difficulty. Moments later, Shamia felt a searing pain in her intimate area. As the man took her roughly, Shamia felt her insides being torn apart. She screamed even louder to seek help, unfortunately, no one came to to help her, as if the area was deserted. Shamia quietly cried and resigned herself to her fate. The man was successfully took her first time. He only did it once, but he looked extremely tired. Afterward, he didn't immediately withdraw from her body. A moment later, Shamia felt the man's hand beside her eye. She froze in her tears as he gently wiped them away with his fingers. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly. "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for you." Shamia couldn't fully understand, but the words brought her a sense of peace. The thought that the man might be a carnifex completely slipped her mind; instead, the strong aura he exuded convinced her that he was likely an Alpha from a powerful pack. Shamia couldn't recall what happened next as she lost consciousness. When she woke up, Shamia found herself alone. As she sat up, a searing ache coursed through her core. Yet, when she glanced down, she noticed she was already dressed. If not for the throbbing pain, she might have convinced herself it was all a dream—that nothing had truly happened to her. She made her way home, limping with every step. Unbeknownst to her, her departure from that place marked the beginning of an irreversible shift in her life.
