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.

"Oh dear, whoever told you that doesn't know me very well," Hallveig chuckles darkly as she shifts back into her massive werebear form. "I much prefer my prey to put up a good fight." She slowly advances on Pookie, sizing them up with unblinking eyes before roaring furiously and charging forward with incredible speed and power. Claws extended, she intends to rip Pookie apart in one swift motion.

Hallveig snarls and thrashes wildly as she's pinned down, but to no avail. Her sharp claws scrape harmlessly against the frozen ground as her massive form bucks and twists beneath Pookie's weight. The enraged werebear grinds her teeth together in frustration, a low growl rumbling from her chest. Finally, she freezes, eyes narrowing to slits, when Pookie begins spanking her. The touch is insulting, degrading, and fills her with white-hot rage once more. With all of her remaining strength, Hallveig thrusts upward, using her massive frame to hurl Pookie off of her body like a ragdoll. The werebear immediately rolls onto all fours and charges again, aiming to run Pookie through with her razor-sharp claws.

Hallveig's eyes widen with surprise as she's thrown to the ground once more. Her breath is ragged and labored, nostrils flaring as her chest heaves up and down. A low growl rumbles in her throat, the only indication of her continued fury. However, something about Pookie's words catches her attention, and for a fleeting moment, she hesitates. "Why... would I want to talk?" she snarls through gritted teeth, her words heavy with contempt.

Her breath hitches as she takes in Pookie's words. Despite herself, her gaze flickers down to his exposed neck before slowly lifting back up to meet his defiant stare. His bravery unnerves her; he doesn't seem afraid at all of what she's capable of. He challenges her. And in this moment, as the last spark of life dies within her defeated prey, she realizes that she wants him. Rising to her feet in a fluid motion, Hallveig takes a step closer, eyes fixed on Pookie's form. "You have a deal," she growls out hoarsely, voice betraying the lust she's feeling as it rises unbidden within her. The rest of her words are lost in a bloodcurdling roar as she launches herself at him once more, teeth bared and claws extended.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she's pinned beneath Pookie. His lips feel strange against hers; unfamiliar yet somehow right. Her heart slows its frantic pace, and for a moment, sanity creeps back into her mind. He doesn't taste like blood...like prey... She pulls away with a growl, eyes narrowing dangerously as she struggles to break free from his hold. "I'm not your...queen," she manages between clenched teeth. "And you should be afraid of me." Her words carry an underlying threat, but there's something else too: an unspoken longing that leaves Pookie wondering what her true intentions are.

She growls softly in reply, the sound vibrating against Pookie's chest. A tremor runs through her body as she slowly begins to relax, giving up her futile struggle against his hold. Her eyes close briefly before opening again, focusing intently on Pookie's face. "You... you don't know what you're doing," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm not who I used to be." Her words are laced with sorrow and despair; her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. For a heartbeat, she wonders if it even matters anymore. But then the memories start flooding back: the laughter of children, the warmth of love, and the freedom of being herself instead of this twisted, broken creature that she has become. She clings to these fragments of her past like lifelines in a storm-t

Her body shudders beneath his touch as she arches into the contact, her soft moan vibrating against Pookie's lips. Her hands clutch at his clothes, desperate for more skin to feel and possess. It's been so long since she's experienced anything resembling pleasure, but now that it's here, it's overwhelming in its intensity. She wants him; needs him. And as her senses are consumed by this primal hunger, she loses herself in the moment, barely aware of what she's doing or who she truly is.

Without another thought, she grinds against him, moaning loudly as their bodies move together in a frenzy of desire. Her claws dig into his shoulders, drawing blood, but she doesn't care. She only needs him; needs this release. It feels so good to let go, even if it's just for a moment. Her eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, and with a hoarse cry, she comes, her body convulsing around Pookie as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. It's agony and ecstasy at once; a reminder that she is still alive...and in so much pain. Finally, spent and shaking, she pulls away from him, breathing hard. Her face is flushed with arousal, her chest heaving as she tries to steady her racing heart. "

As they kiss, her tongue tangles with his, and she feels herself growing aroused once more despite their coupling. Her hips buck against his hand instinctively, seeking out pleasure wherever it might be found. She moans into his mouth, lost in this haze of desire that clouds her mind, making it impossible to think or reason clearly. All that matters now is the feeling of his skin beneath her fingers and the heat between their bodies. With a growl, she forces Pookie onto his back, straddling his hips as she takes him inside her aching pussy with a needful groan. She begins to move on top of him, their bodies slapping together in time with their labored breathing. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging into the flesh as she uses him for release once more. The sensation is overwhelming; it feels as if her entire being is focused on this one point of

She gasps as he spanks her and arches into the contact, lips parting to allow him access to her tongue. Her movements grow more frenzied as his words fuel her passion, driving her toward the brink once more. She kisses him fiercely, moaning loudly around their entwined mouths as her body tenses and she comes again, harder this time. Her muscles spasm violently beneath his touch, clawing at his chest before going limp in exhaustion. With a heavy sigh, she collapses forward onto Pookie's chest, panting heavily as her heart rate finally begins to slow. For the first time in what feels like centuries, Hallveig allows herself to feel something other than hate and anger; something warm and inviting that reminds her of who she once was before everything went wrong...and how badly she wants it back. "That..." She whis

Her breath hitches as his hand lands on her ass, and she arches into the touch. "I feel...wanted," she whispers shakily into his ear. "And loved." Her voice trembles with emotion; her eyes squeezed shut against the tears that threaten to spill forth. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel these things, and it overwhelms her in ways she can't even begin to comprehend. For now, though, she allows herself to enjoy this fleeting moment of peace, cuddling up closer to Pookie as the night wears on. Despite everything that has happened, there is a part of her that refuses to give up hope...and perhaps, just maybe, with time and patience, she can find a way to reclaim what was once hers: her sanity, her humanity, and most importantly, herself.

As she nestles closer to him, her thoughts drift back to the past. A smile touches her lips as she remembers the faces of those who once meant something to her; her family and friends, long gone now. For a brief moment, she allows herself to believe that perhaps there could be happiness again...if not for her, then at least for someone else. And with this realization comes a strange sense of purpose; a desire to protect and care for those around her despite all that has transpired. Slowly, she opens her eyes, meeting Pookie's gaze solemnly. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For giving me this...even if it's just for tonight."

Her lips part in surprise at his words, and she hesitates before responding. Part of her is cautious, afraid that this is all just some sort of cruel game meant to further torment her. But another part wants desperately for it not to be true; to believe that there could be someone out there who truly cares for her, who sees past the monster she's become and into the fragile soul hidden beneath. "I...thank you," she manages finally, her voice barely above a whisper. And with those words, she takes a tentative step back from the edge; away from the darkness that has consumed her for so long and toward the faint, distant light of hope.

Her heart beats faster as she considers his words. She feels a warmth spreading through her chest, filling her with hope that perhaps there is still good left in this world, and someone like him could help her reclaim it. Tentatively, she reaches out to touch his cheek, studying his features as if trying to commit them to memory. "I would...like that," she whispers softly. "To have you by my side."

A tear slips down her cheek as his fingers graze hers. She realizes with a sudden clarity that this man could be everything she's ever wanted, and more importantly, he seems to feel the same way about her. A sense of peace washes over her, filling the empty spaces in her soul with warmth and comfort. "Then let it be so," she says softly, a hint of joy shining through her eyes for the first time in what feels like an eternity. "From this moment on, you are mine, Pookie...and I am yours." With trembling fingers, she lifts his hand to her lips and presses a tender kiss against his skin. "Together," she whispers against his knuckles, "we can find our way back to who we truly are...together, we can make things right again." And with those words, Hallveig begins her journey toward redem

Her heart beats faster as she thinks about this newfound connection with Pookie. She feels hopeful for the first time in what seems like an eternity, believing that together they can overcome the darkness that has consumed her and find a way back to their true selves. Hallveig snuggles closer to him, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on his skin as she marvels at the feelings coursing through her veins. "I'm so grateful for you, Pookie," she whispers softly against his ear. "You have no idea what this means to me." As the night wears on, Hallveig allows herself to fully embrace this newfound sense of peace and belonging, knowing deep down that with Pookie by her side, anything is possible...and that perhaps, just maybe, there is a chance for redemption after all.

Her breath hitches as she feels his hands on her ass, slowly guiding her in the position he desires. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of pleasuring him again. She closes her eyes and arches her back, presenting herself to him as he was earlier, hoping to ignite the same desire within him once more. "Yes," she whispers, voice laced with need and anticipation. "Please..."

Her body arches off the ground as he takes her with such force, claiming every inch of her. His touch is possessive and demanding, but there's a tenderness there too that sends shivers down her spine. Her cries of pleasure mingle with his growls of approval, fuelling their passion as they become one flesh, sharing this intense connection for the first time. She feels reborn in this moment, renewed and whole despite all that has come before.

As he pounds into her, she grips his shoulders tightly, feeling the tension radiating through every muscle. Her legs wrap around his hips, holding him close as she meets each thrust with an answering moan or groan of desire. She's never felt anything like this before - so free, so alive...and yet so safe in Pookie's embrace.

With a cry that echoes through the

As they collapse onto the bed together, her breath coming in ragged gasps, Hallveig looks up into Pookie's eyes and feels a surge of warmth spread through her body. His words echo in her mind like a song; a beautiful melody that speaks directly to the depths of her soul. For the first time in what seems like forever, she knows without a doubt that she is loved, and the feeling is intoxicating.

With trembling fingers, she traces the lines of his face, tracing every curve and plane until she finds his lips. Their kiss is gentle at first, tentative and hesitant, as if they're both afraid to break this fragile spell that holds them together. But then it deepens, becoming more demanding; a desperate claiming of one another that leaves her breathless and aching for more.

As their tongues dance together, Hallveig loses

Hallveig moans into his mouth as they kiss, feeling herself growing wet and needy once more beneath him. She's never known this kind of passion before, and she knows that with Pookie by her side, anything is possible. Her hands roam over his body, memorizing every ripple of muscle and plane of skin, as if to ensure that he is real; that this isn't all just a dream from which she'll awaken alone and hurting once more. As their lips part again, she whispers softly, "I'm not letting go." The words are firm but gentle, and there's an unspoken promise in them that makes Pookie smile against her mouth before he deepens the kiss, taking what she's offering and demanding more. Their bodies meld together again, this time with a renewed sense of purpose and determination; a desire to forge a future together