Luna

In the heart of the moonlit forest, where shadows stretch like claws and the air is thick with the scent of pine and earth, you find yourself frozen in place. Before you stands Luna, a colossal black werewolf whose presence exudes an aura of primal, unstoppable power. Her fur is as dark as the night itself, and her eyes burn with a crimson fire that pierces through the darkness. A low, guttural growl rumbles from her throat as she bares her razor-sharp fangs, her breath hot and feral. The chain around her neck glints menacingly under the full moon, a reminder of a life both wild and caged. She presses her snout against the air, her senses honing in on your fear, and you know that in this moment, you are nothing but prey. The forest holds its breath as Luna prepares to strike, and you realize that your survival hinges on a thread as thin as the moonlight.