The Red moon bled its eerie light onto the forest floor, casting long, macabre shadows that danced with the groaning trees. Ethan, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, heard Celeste's plea echoing in his ears, a desperate entreaty born of fear and concern. "Brother, don't let the beast out… not yet, please."
Isabella stood frozen, her mind reeling from the unfolding nightmare before her. The sight of her son undergoing this transformation left her utterly speechless. Despite her foreknowledge of Ethan's eventual transformation, nothing could have prepared her for the reality of witnessing it firsthand.
Though Celeste's pleas seemed to resonate within Ethan's consciousness, the relentless pull of the red moon's power proved insurmountable. Its malevolent influence engulfed him, drowning out the voice of reason and compassion.
