The furious clouds play shadow and light sliding before the full Moon, the dew, victim of this evil night, falls under the assault of a freezing wind, but a warm breath of hellish nature arises and the resulting mist submerges the trees in a terrifying shroud.

The pain was becoming unbearable, but May-Anne, her hand clutching the lower part of her belly, still runs, out of breath, under the trees of Sanfroix forest. The trees weave themselves as she passes by, brought to life by untold magic, trying to slow her hunter, but the branches smash to pieces by the claws of Kuroc... he's gaining on his prey, his spirit hardened by a vengeful need while May-Anne's vanishing in despair. She has fought with all her life, but now death awaits her, she can't stand her ground anymore, the air itself attacks her, her throat burns, the fire animating her is dying, she's falling, her legs abandon her as she falls in a strange smoothness on the grass, in the middle of a clearing lit by the Moon...

- The table is set monster, show yourself under your dear Moon, so I can despise you one last time before you finish me...

The silence settles, May-Anne closes her eyes and listens : she can hear him, he's getting closer, he plays with her, he knows he has won, he lets time do its ravages... May-Anne jumps lightly, stroke her belly, lets a tear drop...

Suddenly, two trees are knocked down and fall right on her : by fast incantations, she produces a shockwave from her magic staff and the two trunks are set afire before jerking back towards the monster. He himself jumps to the left and easily avoid the counter-attack; in a profound snarl he greets her :

- You surprise me May-Anne! I would never have thought that you'd use the last of your strength for this pitiful try, you should save your life... or the life of your child! Nauro shouldn't have betray me...

She spit in response.

And he howls at the Moon :

- ARROOO!

... before smiling of all his fangs.

- Don't waste your water, I hate dry meat! Aah, it's been an eternity since I've tasted the flesh of an unborn, this will be a real feast! Hyarharhaarh!

May-Anne ignores him, supports herself with her staff as she tries to rise to her feet... the contractions were becoming more intense and more close... then they stopped! May-Anne hesitates, her hand stroking her belly in search of a hint of life, but there is none, it is gone. Unable to control her panic, her fear shows on her face, and Kuroc takes advantage of her carelessness to attack...

But his jump is broken by a sudden hit on his left flank and he lets out a scream; as soon as he hits the ground he springs back on all fours, ready to attack the newcomer, but his growl fades swiftly, his fighting stare turning to fright :

- Nauro ? How can you... You're dead!

May-Anne stays silent, can't believe her eyes, but struggles not to fall into unconsciousness... Nauro doesn't move, doesn't make any sound, his sharp stare still on Kuroc, his aura is so intense it wipes all traces of vivacity off the face of his enemy to let fear settle in. Behind Kuroc, the two broken trees take root before braiding their branches together, like all the trees surrounding him; he turns to lay his shallow eyes on May-Anne...

She smiles at him, then her smile fades, she falls softly on the ground, exhausted, wiped out into nothingness...

In his dismay, Kuroc hasn't heard anything nor felt anything... Nauro rises before him, only a glimpse and the monster understands : blood streams down the werewolf's face he had killed only hours ago... he looks at the blood - his own blood! - as it falls into the grass and vanishes instantly, without leaving any dark red mark of the life abandoning him, not even on his enemy : his immaculate fur reflecting the Moon shine and blinding the vanquished... the Moon that has always given Kuroc strength has betrayed him, he could swear hearing a laugh coming from the sky... then the cold pierces his soul like a thousand swords, the pain is such that he stiffens forever, but not before giving Nauro a last glance, his eyes filled with all the hatred he keeps as a farewell gift, shows his fangs in a dubious smile, and doesn't move anymore... won't move ever after.

~~~

Nauro softly moves toward where May-Anne has fallen, gazes at the sleeping body of his loved one...

...

Never in all history of Sanfroix love has bound witch and werewolf, not until Nauro had laid eyes on May-Anne; impossible by all reason, but the sacred love had cursed his heart : his heart he thought was dead and cold by the lycant malediction, he had felt heat through his body and knew he was still alive. For immortal time he hid his feelings, by fear they would get both of them killed : the werewolf clan would not have accepted such treason, an eternal war was preferable to any alliance...

Then Kuroc ordered the murder of May-Anne, who was becoming more and more powerful not only in witchcraft but also in the Children of Luna community. For Kuroc, the Moon had meaning only for them, and he had long ignored this witch faction, believing the Moon would stay faithful to their clan; he opened his eyes to reality when he felt the night star had forsaken its power to others...

That night, May-Anne did not die : she fell in love.

...

Nauro ignores how Kuroc knew about their secret, but it is not important anymore... nevertheless, thinking of what has just happened, he cannot hold back a tear which strikes May-Anne's cheek, a tear he hurries to lick in the most tenderness of movement. The soft contact awakens the witch, as if she has just emerged from the deepest stupor : she strokes her belly but removes her hand abruptly, as if she had burnt herself.

- Nauro...

Her eyes fill with tears, of happiness to find him alive but of disaster for the death inside... but even before she could fall in despair, a strange gleam catches their eyes : a young fairy-winged girl walks toward them surrounded by a soft magical aura... Hypnotized, they cannot turn their sight from her : a small mark in the shape of the Moon is visible on her right temple, her peaceful eyes strangely comfort them; without any words, she strokes the cheek of May-Anne and kisses Nauro's muzzle, and the both of them slip in a magical sleep...

~~~

The birds are singing as dawn is fading away under the Sun, its rays piercing above the hill, between the trees... the grass caresses her, the heat is more than comfortable for this season in the land of Sanfroix, and May-Anne slowly leaves the dream world, opens her eyes on her new reality, a reality she avoids waking by holding back a shout...

In front of her snores Nauro - he has taken back his human form but she recognizes him with no hesitation, his features are the same - just a little less animal! - and she particularly trusts her heart, confirming what her eyes cannot cease admiring... but between the two of them, in the loving heat of their bodies, sleeps a tiny little girl sucking her thumb that nothing could disturb; on her temple a small Moon is visible, on her two arms her wings are folded, and she's smiling...