The Lycan King's Contracted Luna
I grabbed some large leaves from a nearby bush and held them in front of myself as best I could, trying to cover the most important bits.
Then I approached the hut and knocked on the door, my hand trembling.
After a moment, the door opened to reveal a woman in her forties, her expression curious and slightly wary.
"Please," I managed, my voice breaking. "I need help. I need clothes."
The woman's eyes widened as she took in my appearance—naked except for some strategically placed leaves, covered in dirt and scratches, clearly in distress.
"You're the Luna," she breathed, recognition dawning on her face. "Everyone's been searching for you. The Lycan has warriors combing the entire forest."