In all these years of dealing with evil, there are some soft memories he treasures dearly.
So many shadows surround him: Betrayal, death, sometimes hunger, and the worst: that constant battle against the dark. He feels exhausted.
When the beast gains his soul, round silver moon menacing him, during the harsh moments of his transformation, another Moon comes to warm him. When stripped from his humanity, the memory of her big round eyes is the only thing that holds him.
Luna. His Luna.
She who had seen him. No prejudices. Just warm openness.
Tomorrow, he swore, tomorrow he will go and talk to her.
He only hopes to have the nerve.