What a beautiful night, the sky is clear. You can see the full splendor of the moon. The enchanting light reflecting on these harsh lands is mesmerizing to anyone who sees it. Except for the sound of footsteps on the snow, the environment is calm and peaceful. It's as if the world has stopped here. Are the Sascia forests always like this? Such a lovely scene, the forest and the full moon. Yes, these are the thoughts of our hunting party for now. Yet, they were so focused on trivial matters. The impending chaos would soon disrupt this beauty in a twisted manner. After walking a bit more, Osvald stopped and raised his hand—a signal for the group to halt. Everyone began to look around quietly. At that moment, one of the youths couldn't restrain himself and started talking. Geirolf exclaimed, "What are we doing here? It's just a quiet and peaceful forest. Let's go back!" The young man shouted loudly, oblivious to his surroundings. Leiknir glared angrily at the boy and gritted his teeth. "Shut up! Did anyone ask you to speak?" He rolled his eyes and signaled for the group to continue walking. Maybe ten minutes, maybe even less, later, a sound was heard. Osvald nervously spoke up, "What was that now?" The group's footsteps slowed, and they stopped for the second time. Another sound echoed through the air. It was the same as before, but closer and clearer. A roar, but from what? Their eyes widened, and they started looking at each other. Sven looked at his father, Leiknir, and asked, "What was that, father? You said there are no monsters here." Before Leiknir could respond, Geirolf spoke up loudly again, "It was a bear's sound. I recognize it anywhere. Tonight, we're having bear meat, cheers!" Half of the group cheered along with him, while the other half started looking around with terror and fear. Lyting's hands started trembling, and the young man threw his axe to the ground and started running. "There are no bears living in this part of Sascia! RUN!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping to get out of the forest as quickly as possible, with a look of terror on his face and without even looking back. His family and friends left behind no longer mattered to him. Leiknir, realizing what was happening albeit a bit late, first looked at his son with anguish, then at the faces of the young men and began to shed tears. His voice failed him, his throat choked with emotion. He dropped to his knees and started pleading to Vahnir, "Forgive our children, I beg you. They are still so young. Don't let them pay for my mistakes, Great Father!" The old man sobbed as he continued to pray. Meanwhile, young members, not understanding what the man was doing or why he was behaving like this, continued to advance into the forest without paying attention. Just then, they heard the same sound for the third time. This time, it was much clearer and closer. It was a terrifying roar of a bear, followed immediately by a piercing scream that chilled their hearts. After these sudden sounds ceased, something fell in front of the group. As they approached with curiosity, the young group's breath caught in their throats when they realized what it was. It was Lyting's arm. Before the group could even raise their heads to look around, a massive bear with its face and claws covered in blood leaped from the forest and swiftly grabbed one of the youths by the head, instantly tearing it off and throwing it aside. Shocked and paralyzed with fear, the group stared at the monstrous predator with agony and regret. It was clear what was going to happen next, and they had no power to stop it. This bear was not normal. How could a bear be so large? How could it smile? Because it wasn't a bear, it was Hallveig. The woman began to laugh with pleasure and watched as the group in front of her went under. It was a scene she had been longing to see for years. Smugly smiling, she first swiped her paw across the face of one of the young ones, then bit and crushed the head of another with her massive teeth. Although the onlookers were horrified, they were too frightened to react, and most had involuntarily accepted their fate. It was more like a torturous dungeon now than a hunt or a hunter. As Hallveig savagely killed them, they helplessly surrendered. There was no slightest resistance or defiance. The things filling the silent forest were sobbing people, screams of pain, and the sound of flesh separating from bone. Hallveig ruthlessly ripped everyone to shreds, one by one. She proved her legendary cruelty by killing them in the slowest and most painful way possible. While some were still alive, she opened their ribs and ate their hearts. She tore off some of their limbs with her teeth. She turned this snowy and pristine-looking forest into a complete bloodbath. As moonlight cast its glow, she rose again as a human and found something to wear. The transformation had tired her somewhat, but it was worth the pleasure. Blood still dripped from her hands and face, but she paid little mind. Because she had heard a new sound, a new heartbeat. It was impossible for anyone to have survived. Yet, this person was nearby. She scanned the surroundings with her eyes and roared fiercely to pinpoint the location of this new prey. She pointed with her hand to indicate where the new person was and beckoned them to come. "Come to mama, little lamb," she said with a playful tone.

Hallveig smiled, revealing her sharp teeth and long tongue as she saw the boy emerge from the bushes. She chuckled softly, almost fondly. "There you are," she purred, licking her lips. "I knew you couldn't resist my call."

She stood tall and proud, her fur still stained with blood. The moonlight cast a glow on her body as she slowly walked towards the frightened young man. "Come here, little one," she crooned, her voice soft yet filled with danger. "Let Momma Hallveig take care of you."

Her tail swished lazily behind her as the young boy approached. "There's my brave little lamb," she cooed, dropping down onto all fours so that they were now eye to eye. She reached out a clawed hand and stroked his cheek gently. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

The touch was surprisingly soft despite the sharp claws. He would have sworn he felt warmth radiating from them, almost as if they were made of silk instead of bone and tissue. Her gaze held him in thrall, making it impossible for him to look away.

"Raitz," she repeated his name softly, savoring the sound. "What a pretty name." Her eyes glowed with an unnatural light as she leaned in closer still. He could feel her breath on his face, warm and heavy. His heart raced in his chest. "Tell me, Raitz," she whispered huskily, "are you afraid of Momma Hallveig?"

Her claws tightened slightly against his cheek, just enough to draw a bead of blood. He whimpered softly and shook his head violently, unable to tear his gaze from hers. Even as fear coursed through him, there was an inexplicable thrill that went along with it.

Hallveig smiled sadly, baring her fangs slightly. "I'm sorry, Raitz," she said softly. Her voice seemed to wrap around him like a warm blanket on a cold night. "But they were just food for me. You must understand." She let her claws retract, but only a fraction; the tips still pressed gently against his cheek.

The pain was there, but it wasn't unbearable. It felt... wrong somehow. Almost as if she wanted to hurt him without really doing any harm. He shivered slightly at the contrast of sensations, his breath catching in his throat. "But you," she continued, her voice turning sultry and low, "you are so much sweeter than they were. I think I'd like to keep you."

Her claws retracted completely now, leaving his face unscathed. Instead, she leaned forward again and pressed the side of her head against his, closing her eyes as if savoring the contact. "Wouldn't you like that?" she murmured. "To belong to Momma Hallveig?"

He hesitated for a moment, caught between fear and desire. Then, finally, he nodded slightly. A shiver ran down his spine as her warm breath caressed his neck. Yes... he thought with a pang of terror and excitement, maybe it would be all right to belong to Hallveig after all.

Hallveig purred with satisfaction as he nodded his agreement. "Good boy," she crooned, nuzzling his neck gently before standing up once more. Her movements were graceful and fluid, making her seem almost ethereal in the moonlight. She extended a clawed hand toward him. "Come with me, Raitz. I have a nice warm den where you'll be safe and sound."

He hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the carnage behind them before finally taking her clawed hand, allowing her to lead him deeper into the forest. The terror from moments ago had been replaced by a strange calm, almost as if he were floating on a cloud of serenity. Perhaps... perhaps this was where he belonged after all.

The night grew darker as they walked deeper into the forest. Hallveig led him through a maze of trees and underbrush until they arrived at a small clearing where a den was hidden. It was warm inside, cozy and inviting despite its bloody history. The walls were lined with pelts and bones, reminders of past kills and victories.

"This is my home," she said softly, her voice echoing through the small space. "Now it's your home too." She lowered herself to the ground, beckoning him to join her. "Come here, Raitz."

He hesitated for a moment before finally crawling closer, sitting down beside her. His eyes darted nervously around the den, taking in its every detail while simultaneously avoiding meeting her gaze. She nudged his shoulder gently with her own, guiding him until they were shoulder to shoulder.

"There now," she purred, wrapping a massive forearm around his shoulders and pulling him close. "That's better." He felt small and vulnerable in her embrace, but also strangely safe and protected. As if nothing else mattered in the world except for this moment, right here with Hallveig.

She watched him with amusement as he warmed his hands by the fire. "You're shivering," she observed softly. "It's alright to admit you're afraid, sweetheart. Everyone is in the beginning." A playful glint lit her eyes as she added, "Especially with a predator like me."

She leaned closer, wrapping him tighter in her embrace. Her claws dug gently into his skin, leaving trails of pleasure-tinged pain that sent shivers down his spine. "I'll protect you from the cold and the darkness," she murmured, nipping at his earlobe. "Just as long as you belong to me."

He shivered again, not entirely sure if it was from fear or desire, but unable to resist the pull of her presence. Hallveig smiled knowingly and rubbed her cheek against his, savoring the feel of his soft skin beneath her claws. Yes, this one would make a fine addition to her collection. A prize worth keeping for many long nights to come.

Hallveig purred softly at his words, tilting her head to nuzzle his neck again. "Of course I am," she breathed against his skin. "I'm a predator, after all. It takes strength and heat to survive in this world." She held him tighter, pressing herself against him as if trying to merge their bodies together. "But you're also very warm... And soft." Her nails scraped lightly across his back, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from him. "So very soft and delicate..."

The touch sent a wave of desire coursing through Raitz, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else but the feeling of her claws against his flesh. He shifted slightly, pressing closer still, wanting to feel more of her, consume her entirely. Hallveig chuckled darkly, her voice vibrating in his ear as she murmured, "You like that, don't you?"

Before he could answer, she nipped at his neck and pulled back slightly, revealing her face inches from his own. Her pupils were dilated, her breath warm and ragged against his cheek. "Don't ever try to leave me again," she whispered hoarsely. "Because if you do..." She smiled slowly, her fangs lengthening as she licked her lips hungrily. "...I'll hunt you down until the end of time."

Her smile turned predatory as she stared into his eyes. "Good boy," she purred, nuzzling his neck once more before leaning back and regarding him with interest. "Now then... I think it's time for you to get used to your new life." Her voice was gentle but firm, carrying a hint of authority that left no room for argument. She curled her claws into fists at her sides, waiting patiently for his response.

Her gaze flickered momentarily toward the entrance of the den before returning to meet his eyes. There would be plenty of time for play later; for now, she needed him to understand who was in charge. As if sensing her thoughts, Raitz shivered slightly, and she smiled reassuringly, reaching out a clawed hand to stroke his cheek once more. "Don't worry, little one," she murmured soothingly. "I won't bite... Not unless you want me to." Her voice dropped even lower as she whispered huskily, "And after all that, I bet you'd like it."

Roughly claiming his lips with her own, Hallveig devoured him, her tongue wrestling with his as she tasted his fear and desire mingled together. Her claws dug into his shoulders, leaving sharp lines of pain that only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through him. Her free hand tangled in his hair, holding his head still while she took what she wanted from him, her lips demanding entry into every part of his mouth.

She growled deep in her throat as he responded, their tongues dueling for dominance. His hands clutched at her fur desperately, fisting the thick hairs as if they were lifelines in a storm-tossed sea. And beneath it all, his body trembled with wanton need, his hips grinding against hers as he sought release from the intense pleasure she was giving him. But Hallveig had no intention of letting up; not until she had fully claimed him as her own.

Her growl deepened as his breath caressed her sensitive skin. She nipped playfully at his bottom lip before teasing it with the tip of her tongue. "Mmm, you taste so good," she whispered against him, her voice rough and uninhibited. "As if I've been waiting for this moment forever." His hips pressed harder against hers, seeking more friction where there was already too much, driving her wild with need and desire.

She released one of his hands to claw roughly at the ground beside them, tearing up handfuls of dirt and leaf litter in her agitation. The contact sent shivers through his entire body as if he were connected to her by an invisible thread. Her other hand slid down between their bodies, cupping him through his breeches, massaging him roughly until he moaned into their kiss.

"Yes," she breathed against his lips, feeling the warmth and tightness of him in her palm. "This is what you are now... Mine to use as I please." Her nails dug harder into his skin, marking him with blood and pain that only served to heighten his arousal. She rocked her hips against him more forcefully, grinding their bodies together until they were one, intertwined and indistinguishable from the other.