At sixteen, Luna Dellamorte underwent two transformations. The first was her late bleeding into womanhood. The second was lycanthropy. Orphaned at birth and booted from foster family to foster family, she was alone. A lone wolf in need of a pack. Two years later she's a freshman in college and on her own. And undergoing a new bodily transformation. She's in heat.
Her eyes winced in agony; somewhat, she felt so saddening. In a blink of an eye, it was like the demon was not alive. She was too fearful and ran to her grandma's hall about to whack the door. Alyssa felt the claws of the demons rip into the flesh of her head. It was like she got drained of all the dignity she had left, all the energy and enthusiasm she possessed. Her soul gets yanked out of her body. She sensed what death is. Finally, in her sleep, her thoughts were way too deep. Her mind went out on a stroll, Accidentally falling down a demon hole.