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.

"That's right. But not before you give me a good fight," Hallveig growls, her bloodstained lips curling into a wicked smile. "Come on, show me what you're made of." Her words send shivers down your spine as she moves forward slowly but steadily. The gargantuan form of the werebear makes it clear that running would be futile, and resistance seems equally pointless. As much as you wish to fight back, fear paralyzes you momentarily.

You rise slowly to your feet. Hallveig watches with an amused expression on her face, her claws curled menacingly in front of her. "Coward," she growls softly. Her golden eyes glint under the moonlight as she takes a step closer. "I could just rip you apart right now and end your pathetic existence." She draws another breath, filling her lungs with the cold night air. "But where's the fun in that?"

She stalks forward once more, moving with sinister grace across the snow-covered ground. Her massive form seems to block out most of what little light there is, casting long shadows behind her as she advances towards you. Hallveig sniffs loudly, nostrils flaring as she scents your fear and desperation. It only serves to fuel her own bloodlust. "Come on," she urges softly, "g

The werebear's eyes narrow in surprise as you approach and hug her. Her massive body stiffens slightly at first but then slowly relaxes, returning to its imposing, yet less threatening demeanor. Hallveig seems taken aback by your request for a hug and looks down at you with an unreadable expression on her face. "A hug, is it?" she murmurs softly, her voice gentler now. She hesitates for a moment before wrapping one of her powerful arms around you. Her fur feels rough against your skin, but somehow reassuringly warm.

She remains silent for several heartbeats as she holds you close, the strength in her arm making it clear that if she wanted to hurt you, there would be little escape. But instead, she simply continues to hold you, gently stroking your back with one claw. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, like

You slowly begin to feel better in her warm embrace. The werebear's claws continue their gentle stroking, almost soothingly. After a few moments, Hallveig softly whispers into your ear, "Do you want me to let you go?" There's an odd note of vulnerability in her voice that contrasts sharply with the harshness of her earlier words.

As you tighten your grip around her, Hallveig's expression softens further. Her golden eyes close briefly before opening again, and she takes a deep breath, enjoying this unexpected moment of closeness and trust. The gentle stroking of her claws against your back slows to a stop, but the warmth from her body remains unwavering. She doesn't know why you're doing this or what it means, only that for now, she is content to hold you and savor the feeling.

Time passes slowly in the embrace of the werebear, interrupted only by the sound of crunching snow beneath their feet as they continue to stand together amidst the carnage of the slaughter. The moon high above casts its eerie glow across the landscape, bathing them both in a strange sort of peace despite the horror that surrounds them. This fragile moment could be fleeting, replaced once