November 16th, 1472

I'm writing this in the case somebody finds my body. My name is Hugh Edric, and I've been badly wounded. It's frigid cold, and I'm afraid hypothermia will get me before I bleed out.

It's a full moon tonight. My favorite moon. I'd be happy to die tonight if I wasn't so young, so 'new' to the world.

I haven't been able to eat in several days and I need food fast. Maybe I'll starve before anything else.

If someone finds me, I want this note to be taken to my wife, Genivia. I want to be there for her and give her a child. I have to be there. I don't want her to lose more than she already has.

I can't die. Not now. Not when the war has barely begun.

Hugh huffed as he dropped the feather from his loose grip, looking down at the blood pooling around the snow. He had been lucky that the cold numbed the pain, but now he was immobile and could hardly move.

A howl forced him to freeze in his spot and grab the rifle next to him, eyes glued shut as the full moon beamed down on his face.

Panting forced his eyes to open and glowing eyes met his. He quickly packed his rifle and shoved a bullet down the hole, aiming it at the wolf, whom growled as it started to get ready to pounce.

The wolf yowled and jumped, and the rifle went off, the snow at his feet being thrown onto his legs as the wolf dropped dead, it's head bleeding.

Hugh couldn't help but laugh in victory, quickly leaning forward and slicing it open. At this point, he didn't care if he'd catch a disease, at least he'd survive a little longer.

"Eat the heart..." a voice echoed around Hugh, who looked around in confusion.

"Hello?!" He yelled, slowly looking down at the wolf, whose eyes were fixated on his.

"Eat the heart." The voice repeated, and High gulped nervously. "It will heal you."

The war man hesitated to listen.

His hand plunged into the wolf's chest, and Hugh ignored the vile squishing as organs moved between his fingers. He latched onto the heart, ripping it out with such a hungry force that blood splattered onto his clothes and face.

Hugh slowly looked up at the moon and thanked it silently, hesitating to bite into the heart before his stomach growled with starvation, and he bit down into the heart, letting the blood that had slowly stopped pumping from it slip down his throat.

𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎

Hugh's eyes shot open as the sun beamed down on him and he furrowed his brows in confusion. The man groaned and rubbed his eyes, slowly sitting up and paused, o longer feeling a sharp pain in his leg.

Looking down, Hugh's eyes widened as he realized his wound had healed... completely. There was no scar.

"What the hell...?" His hand touched something soft and he jolted up, looking down at the wolf he had eaten the night before.

And yet. He couldn't remember doing it at all.

There was a new power in his body as Hugh stood up, looking down at his hands like something would happen.

And maybe something did happen last night.

And maybe Hugh would learn to hate the full moon. Or learn to align with it again.