The Captive Luna: A Potion of Oblivion

Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting golden streaks onto the young woman strolling through the ancient forest. Her jet-black hair flowed down her back like a waterfall, swaying gently with each step. Her gray-blue eyes, deep and mysterious, shimmered like fragments of stars scattered across the night sky. The rough animal-hide dress she wore barely covered the graceful curves of her figure.She was Cara, a lone wolf in the depths of Gloomwood Forest. No pack, no family. She had grown up alone in this vast wilderness. From the fragmented memories of her childhood, she only knew her name was Cara. She once had a mother, but her mother had died when she was too young to even remember her face.If she had been part of a pack like other werewolves, she would have been an omega - the weakest rank. She could barely shift a few times a month, and each transformation lasted no more than half an hour. An omega thrown into the wild? There was no doubt, it would be torn apart by th

Gray Wolf woke to find that night had already fallen. He noticed that Cara had been awake for some time, yet she remained curled up against him, nestled in his thick gray fur. Her gaze was distant, as if she were lost in serious thought.As soon as she realized he was awake, Cara sent him a mind link,‘Mate, poisoned.’Gray Wolf’s eyes widened. He didn’t know what had happened to his body, only that he was trapped in his wolf form and unable to shift back. But what puzzled him even more was how Cara knew this when he hadn’t said a word.Curious, he asked her.Cara wasn’t sure how to explain. She had simply sensed it through their mate bond. The feeling was vague, and she could only describe it in the simplest way,‘I can feel it.’The most important thing now was to identify the toxin in Gray Wolf’s body before figuring out how to cure him.Cara sat up and hurried to her shelf of bottles and jars. She grabbed an empty bowl and a knife made from sharpened animal bone, then returned to

The powerful wolf stood before her like a true king of the wild, and Cara’s eyes lit up with admiration and excitement. She was a child raised by the forest, respecting strength was an instinct woven into her very being.“Mate, amazing!” she gasped in awe.Her words were the greatest reward the Grey Wolf could receive, filling him with deep satisfaction.He let out a low growl as his body began to shift. Silver-gray fur slowly receded into his skin, bones cracked and reshaped, muscles stretched and expanded with raw power. In mere moments, the mighty beast was gone, replaced by a towering man.Under the moonlight, his bare body looked like a masterpiece sculpted from marble, every muscle perfectly carved, radiating primal strength. His bronzed skin shimmered with a silvery glow, making him even more breathtaking. Broad shoulders, a tapered waist, a firm chest, and long, powerful legs.His silver-gray hair was slightly tousled, catching the faint glow of the night, adding to his air of

They spent the whole afternoon working with the pile of stink bug leaves. By the time they were done, the sun was already setting. Cara pulled Gray Wolf toward the stream again to wash up.This wasn’t the same spot where they had caught the moose that morning. This section was upstream, closer to the cave, and much wider.Cara loved soaking in the stream during summer. The cool water refreshed her and eased away the fatigue of a long day.Without hesitation, she slipped off her dress, hung it on a branch by the shore, and jumped straight into the water.Gray Wolf stood by the edge, staring at her bare, flawless body, completely entranced.A splash of water hit him square in the face, snapping him back to reality.‘Mate, come in!’ Cara sent him a mind link, her hands playfully flicking water at him.Gray Wolf chuckled, took off his leather wrap, and jumped in after her.Cara was thrilled. She dove underwater, swam a circle around him, then suddenly surfaced beside him, sending a spray

As the potion slid down his throat, Gray Wolf felt a surge of heat rushing through his body. His heartbeat pounded faster, every muscle tensing as if an immense power inside him was about to break free. Then, a wave of searing pain hit him. Unable to withstand it, he collapsed to the ground, his handsome face twisting in agony.Cara was worried, but she held her ground, watching without stepping in. Any transformation came with pain. If her Mate could endure this, he would become the strongest wolf in the forest.He had no idea how much time had passed. Just when he thought he would be crushed by the unbearable pain, something inside him shifted. His amber eyes gleamed sharply, his ears picking up even the faintest sounds in the forest. Even his sense of smell became incredibly sharp, catching the subtlest scents lingering in the air.He pressed his hands against the ground, his back arching as his nails grew long and razor-sharp, as lethal as metal. A thick, glossy coat