Love could be scary.
Not because Love itself was scary, but what Love could do to people. Or rather, how people could twist a feeling that was so wonderful to something... catastrophic.
Humans, werewolves, vampires, all the creatures in this world, and even the gods. We were all made of love and mercy, but why... despite that unconditional love, the turmoil within us never ceased?
Alice was the perfect example of that. She was a loved and blessed princess, favored by the moon goddess the second she was birthed. She had lived an almost perfect life, overcoming the hurdles life would give her.
But why did she have to take this route? Why was her love for her family and people was overwhelmed by her hatred for her kind? Perhaps that was because almost was never enough.
