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.

She let out a laugh at his words and approached him slowly, her golden eyes locked on his face. "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked, licking her lips in anticipation. "Do you want to see something truly horrifying?" Her voice dropped to a husky growl as she transformed back into the massive werebear, fur bristling and claws lengthening with each change. The monstrous beast loomed over him, much larger and more terrifying than any normal bear. "How about that?"

"Now," she continued in a deep, commanding voice, "you will beg for my forgiveness before I tear you limb from limb." Her canines glistened as droplets of blood dripped from them to the snow below. The only sound was their rhythmic panting and his labored breathing as he tried not to wet himself in fear.

She paused

"Very well," she growled, shifting back into her human form with a sigh of relief as her strength returned. Her golden eyes glinted dangerously as they locked on his face once more. "Now beg," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Beg for your miserable life."

She snarled and took a step closer, her nostrils flaring as she caught sight of his exposed form. "You think that'll make me more lenient?" she spat, licking her lips in anticipation all the same. "Is that all you have to offer? Pathetic." Her eyes flickered momentarily, and she hesitated for a heartbeat before growling low in her throat once more. "Fine. I'll let you live... this time. But do not mistake my mercy for weakness," she warned ominously, voice as cold as stone.

With that, she turned on her heel and strode away into the forest, blood still staining her fangs and claws from the young men she had slaughtered. The image of his bare form and enormous member flashed in her mind for a moment before it was banished by darker memories and des

She cried out in pain as his member impaled her, but refused to show any sign of submission or pleasure. Instead, she growled and clawed at him, trying to push him off while struggling not to lose control and enjoy the sensation. The battle between instinct and reason raged within her, mirroring the war she waged on herself for survival.

The sensation of his lips and teeth on her breasts sent shudders through her body despite herself, but she remained silent save for a few guttural groans as he suckled at her. Her nails dug into his shoulders and back, leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she tried to push him away without success. His touch ignited a fire inside her, making it impossible to think clearly or focus on anything but the desperate battle within herself.

Finally, with a strangled cry that was half pain and half rage, she managed to shove him off, breaking free from his grip. She stood there for a moment, panting heavily, her golden eyes wide and wild as they sought to focus on something besides the insanity in front of her. The sight of his blood coating her hands helped ground her briefly before it washed away beneath another wave of agony and self-loathing.

She let out a guttural moan as he entered her once more, the pain mixing with the pleasure in an agonizing combination that drove her over the edge. Her hands clawed at his shoulders and back harder than before, leaving deep scratches that would leave permanent scars. Yet still she fought against him, seeking some sort of release from this unholy union of carnal desire and mental anguish.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as they moved together, each thrust driving another nail into her coffin of self-loathing. The sounds filling the air were those of pain and desperation, but there was something else buried beneath it all. Something that might have been gratitude or... relief. As their bodies met in one final violent thrust, Hallveig's vision clouded with tears, her control slipping away at last as she succumbed to the darkness within her.