CRIMSON MOON LEGACY

The village stretched at the foot of a dense forest, where the trees whispered secrets to the wind. It was a secluded place where time seemed to have stood still. Weathered wooden houses formed irregular paths, and at dusk, smoke from chimneys rose into the cold air. There lived Laura, with her grandmother Iris, in a small cabin on the edge of the forest.

Laura spent her days surrounded by medicinal plants, helping her grandmother prepare ointments and infusions. Iris was known in the village for her wisdom and healing knowledge. Her hands, marked by time, moved with precision as she handled herbs, flowers, and roots. Often, she would tell Laura ancient stories as they worked.

"In these woods dwell beings that hide under the light of the moon," Iris would say, crushing sage leaves. "Werewolves walk among us when the night deepens, under the silver gaze of the moon."

"Do you really think they exist, Grandma?" Laura asked, pausing from crushing lavender petals. Her violet eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Some truths hide in tales," Iris replied with an enigmatic smile. "But remember: the moon influences everything it touches. Perhaps one day, you'll understand why it calls to you so much."

The villagers respected Iris but looked at Laura with suspicion. They said her unusual eyes were a sign of something strange. Laura didn't mind. Her grandmother's teachings, long walks through the forest gathering plants, and silent nights when the moon seemed to speak to her were enough.

That night, while preparing infusions, Iris stopped and stared at the clear sky. The full moon shone intensely-larger and closer than ever. Laura felt a chill.

"Tonight is special," Iris murmured. "I feel something is about to change."

Laura approached the window. The moon bathed the forest in a silver glow. Her heart pounded. Something inside her responded to that light. The atmosphere was charged with silent electricity.

Suddenly, a howl pierced the night air. Sharp. Close. Laura turned to Iris, her face pale.

"What was that?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Iris frowned. "Close the curtains and turn off the lamp. Quickly."

Laura obeyed, though the moon's pull felt irresistible. Another howl, closer this time, echoed from the forest. Then, screams. Voices from the villagers. Terrified voices.

"Grandma... they're here, aren't they?" Laura whispered.

"Hide, Laura. Now!" Iris ordered, pulling a silver bracelet engraved with ancient symbols from a chest. She clasped it onto Laura's wrist. "Never take it off, no matter what happens."