The sun was setting when the werewolf hunters finally cornered Sun and Moon. The brothers, in their wolf forms, were helpless against the hunters' advanced technology and magic. Their fear was tangible, their wolf eyes wide with terror.

The hunters produced two magic collars, their surfaces etched with ancient runes. As each collar snapped shut around the brothers' necks, a strange transformation began. Their bodies shrank, their fur receded, and their claws became human fingers and toes.

Sun and Moon whimpered in confusion and discomfort as their bodies reshaped themselves. Their muzzles shortened, their ears lost their pointed shape, and their tails disappeared completely. It was a painful, disorienting experience.

The transformation left the brothers looking like feral children. Sun was taller, his eyes still a sharp golden brown. Moon, smaller and shyer, retained his silver-gray eyes. Their hair was matted, their bodies dirty from living in the forest.

The brothers were scared and confused. Unable to understand human language, they barked at the hunters. They tried to run, but their human legs were clumsy and uncoordinated. They fell and whimpered in frustration.

The hunters laughed, finding the brothers' reactions amusing. One of them, a grizzled veteran named Hagen, stepped forward. He had a weathered face, a scar running across one eye, and a thick beard. His eyes were hard and unyielding.

Hagen grumbled under his breath about the messiness of the situation. He was used to dealing with fully grown werewolves, not pups that acted more like dogs than humans. He watched as the brothers clumsily tried to stand on their two legs.

The other hunters left Hagen to deal with the pups. He sighed heavily and approached them. His tough exterior gave way to a surprisingly gentle hand as he helped the brothers stand upright. They whimpered, but didn't pull away.

Despite their fear, the brothers began to trust Hagen. He fed them, talked to them in soft tones, and patiently corrected their posture when they tried to walk on all fours. Slowly, they began to mimic his movements.

Days turned into weeks. Sun and Moon began to understand some human words. They learned to walk on two legs, albeit unsteadily. Their barks turned into garbled attempts at speech. It was a slow, taxing process, but Hagen was patient.

Hagen found himself growing fond of the brothers. He couldn't help but laugh at their antics, their playful wrestling, and their clumsy attempts at human behavior. It reminded him of his own childhood with his younger brother.

But there were moments when Hagen was reminded of the harsh reality. The brothers still had sharp teeth, their eyes glowed in the dark, and their strength was far beyond human. He knew they weren't ordinary children, they were werewolves.

Despite this, Hagen couldn't bring himself to harm the brothers. He began to question his role as a hunter. He found himself conflicted between his duty and his growing affection for Sun and Moon.

Weeks turned into months. The brothers grew stronger, their human forms becoming more natural. They began to speak more coherently, their barks turning into words. They even learned to laugh, a sound that warmed Hagen's heart.

Sun and Moon started to see Hagen as their protector. They clung to him, followed him around, and even began to imitate his speech. Hagen, despite his gruff exterior, found himself softening towards the brothers.

Hagen's affection for the brothers did not go unnoticed by the other hunters. They questioned his loyalty, his ability to do his job. Hagen shrugged them off, choosing to spend his time with Sun and Moon instead.

One day, the hunters decided to test the brothers. They wanted to see if Sun and Moon could control their werewolf instincts. Hagen was against the idea, fearing it would hurt the brothers. But he was overruled.

The test was brutal. The hunters provoked the brothers, trying to trigger their werewolf instincts. Sun and Moon, scared and confused, reverted back to their wolf-like behaviors. They bared their teeth, growled, and attacked the hunters.

Hagen intervened, protecting the brothers from the hunters. He was furious, accusing the hunters of cruelty. The hunters argued back, stating that the brothers were dangerous and needed to be controlled.

The incident left a divide among the hunters. Some sided with Hagen, believing that the brothers were more human than beast. Others sided with the hunters, fearful of the brothers' potential danger. Tensions ran high.

Hagen decided to take matters into his own hands. He planned to free the brothers, to let them live in peace away from the hunters. He knew it was risky, but he couldn't bear to see the brothers suffer.

The night of the escape was tense. Hagen led the brothers away from the hunters' camp, moving silently through the forest. They reached a secluded spot where Hagen had hidden supplies for them.

Hagen removed the magic collars from the brothers. Sun and Moon transformed back into their wolf forms, their bodies stretching and growing. They howled in relief, their voices echoing through the forest.

The brothers looked at Hagen, their eyes filled with gratitude. Hagen smiled, ruffling their fur one last time. He told them to run, to be free. And so, they did, disappearing into the forest.

Hagen watched as the brothers vanished into the night. He felt a pang of loneliness, but also relief. He knew he had done the right thing. The brothers were free, and that was all that mattered.