Blood moon : Queen Aina

Aina POV:

I prowled through the dense undergrowth of the Klovensteen forest, my senses heightened, attuned to every rustle and scent in the air. The moon, a radiant crimson orb, cast an eerie glow, infusing the night with an otherworldly ambiance.

My heart quickened as I caught sight of a wild, fat boar ahead, its scent wafting tantalizingly in my direction. The chase had begun. With a burst of energy, I lunged forward, my paws propelling me through the shadows. The thrill of the hunt pulsed through my veins, guiding my every move.

My paws thudded against the forest floor, each step closing the gap between the boar and me. My adrenaline surged as I anticipated the moment of triumph, the taste of victory that lingered on the edge of my senses.

Finally, within striking distance, I sprang forward, my jaws gaping wide. The moon's crimson glow illuminated my feral form as my teeth sank into the boar's neck, the sensation of flesh yielding beneath my grip. A primal satisfaction washed over