Innocence (WEREWOLF)
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Beneath the silver glow of the full moon, the quiet village of Tallowmere slumbered, its cobblestone streets bathed in an eerie luminescence. Among the shadows, a pair of amber eyes glistened, wide with fear and wonder. Lyra, a child of barely thirteen summers, trembled as she gazed at her hands-once small and soft, now clawed and rough. She had always been told tales of the beast that roamed the woods at night, but never did she imagine that the beast could be her. A single bite, a fleeting moment of terror weeks ago, had unraveled her world. Now, the curse of the wolf coursed through her vei...
Beneath the silver glow of the full moon, the quiet village of Tallowmere slumbered, its cobblestone streets bathed in an eerie luminescence. Among the shadows, a pair of amber eyes glistened, wide with fear and wonder. Lyra, a child of barely thirteen summers, trembled as she gazed at her hands-once small and soft, now clawed and rough. She had always been told tales of the beast that roamed the woods at night, but never did she imagine that the beast could be her. A single bite, a fleeting moment of terror weeks ago, had unraveled her world. Now, the curse of the wolf coursed through her veins, challenging her fragile sense of identity and innocence. Despite her transformation, Lyra clung to the fleeting remnants of her humanity. The world still held beauty to her-a bird's song, the laughter of children in the meadow, the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Yet, these joys were marred by her newfound instincts. The hunger gnawed at her, primal and unrelenting, and the scent of prey stirred something dark within her that she could barely control. Still, she refused to give in. Lyra wandered the outskirts of the village, far enough to protect the ones she loved, yet close enough to feel the faint warmth of their presence. She prayed for a cure, for salvation, for some force to lift the weight of this curse that threatened to crush her. But innocence, once tainted, is difficult to reclaim. As the nights passed, Lyra faced an agonizing truth: the wolf was not just a curse but a part of her, a reflection of her hidden fears and strengths. Each transformation tested her will, pulling her further from the girl she once was. Yet, within the chaos of her duality, she began to find a strange sense of balance. Lyra discovered that the wolf's instincts, when tempered with her compassion, could be a force for good. Though she was forever changed, she vowed to wield her curse to protect, rather than destroy, those around her. Innocence had been shattered, but in its place, a fierce, unyielding spirit was born.