My Werewolf Roommate: Love Beyond the Moon

Chapter 2 ：Lucky's Secret

Lucky’s fur was like a silky blanket, pure black and white and radiantly smooth. As I ran my fingers through it, I thought I saw a flicker of something in his expression—was that shyness?

“Ha… that can’t be right,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes. Maybe I was seeing things, or perhaps I was just losing my mind.

“How could anyone hurt such a sweet creature?” I whispered to myself as I examined Lucky’s injuries.

The wounds on his body were deep and grotesque, far too severe to be from an ordinary dog fight. But I didn’t dwell on it too much.

He lay quietly in my arms, his body trembling slightly from the pain but making no effort to resist. There was something remarkably human in his stillness, and those bright eyes of his… they looked at me as if it understood every word I said.

“Don’t worry,” I said softly. “You’ll be fine.”

As I reassured him, he closed his eyes slowly, almost as though he were answering me, trusting me.

The next morning, as sunlight streamed through the curtains, a faint noise from the kitchen woke me. I crept toward the sound, curious and a little concerned.

What I saw was surprising—Lucky standing by the cabinet, nudging the lid of the trash can with his nose.

“Lucky! No!” I said firmly but not loudly.

At my voice, he froze and turned to look at me with those wide, innocent eyes. His posture screamed guilt, but what stunned me was not his behavior—it was the fact that he was even moving around.

His wounds, still so fresh the night before, would have left it too weak to stand, let alone explore.

Curious, I knelt down and carefully unwrapped the bandages around his injuries. To my shock, the deep cuts had already closed significantly, the redness fading. There was no sign of fresh blood.

“You heal so fast, Lucky,” I whispered in awe. “It’s… unbelievable.”

Lucky’s Thoughts:（Humans really are kind and naïve creatures. Lyra’s care makes me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time—safety. But I can’t afford to let my guard down. I need to recover quickly and stay ahead of the hunters tracking me. ）

Over the next few days, Lucky became a constant presence in my life. He was everywhere, following me around the house, napping at my feet, or sitting quietly by the window. I started taking him out for walks, which had been a mundane part of my routine, but now, with Lucky trotting alongside me, those walks felt different.

“Lyra, when did you get a dog?” my neighbor, Mrs. Finch, called out from her garden one morning.

I led Lucky toward her with a smile. “I found him recently. A stray. His name is Lucky.”

Mrs. Finch peered at him, her usually stern face softening. “This guy has such a special aura about it. Look at those eyes—so intelligent!”

I glanced down at Lucky, who was sitting obediently by my feet, gazing up at me as though he understood every word of our conversation.

He made me laugh. I knelt to stroke his head and whispered, “You’re becoming the star of the neighborhood.”

（If it weren’t for the need to keep a low profile, I wouldn’t bother with these trivial human interactions. Still, this warmth... is not unpleasant. At least she means well. ）

One morning, I decided to bring Lucky to the café where I worked. Fortunately, I was allowed to take him there.

It was his first time in a public space, and I was nervous about how others might react. To my surprise, my co-workers were immediately enchanted by it.

“Lyra, is this your dog?” Mia, one of my co-workers, asked while balancing a tray of coffee cups.

“Yeah,” I said with a smile. “I found it not long ago. He’s a stray.”

Mia crouched down, extending a hand to pet him. Lucky sidestepped gracefully, avoiding her touch without appearing hostile.

There was a certain pride and caution in his movements that made him seem... regal.

“He’s so… dignified,” Mia remarked with a laugh.

This time, Lucky seemed to relent. He leaned forward slightly and gave her fingers a small lick, as though acknowledging her observation.

“Dignified?” I repeated with a chuckle. “You’re the first to describe him that way.”

Since Lucky’s arrival, my life has undergone subtle but significant changes. People who used to pass by me without a word now stopped to chat, drawn by his charm. Even the normally grumpy building manager would pause to pet Lucky and mutter something like, “Good boy.” At the café, customers who once barely noticed me would smile and ask about him.

One evening, during our usual walk in the park, a group of young women spotted us and stopped in their tracks.

“What a gorgeous dog!” one of them exclaimed.

I smiled, nodding. “He’s name is Lucky.”

The women gathered around, their hands reaching out to pet him. Lucky, however, stepped aside with the same graceful movement he had shown Mia, looking up at me as if seeking permission.

I burst into laughter. “Lucky, don’t be so picky! They just want to pet you.”

After a moment of hesitation, he seemed to sigh and stood still, allowing their hands to brush over his sleek fur. As the women walked away, I knelt down and playfully tugged at his ear.

“Lucky,” I said, grinning, “you’re like a gentleman in a dog’s body.”

（These humans’ touch feels strange, but Lyra’s happiness makes it bearable. I’ve always been a dog in disguise, but somehow, I’m starting to enjoy this odd sense of belonging. ）

Back at the apartment that evening, I sat on the sofa, watching Lucky curl up on the rug. He looked so peaceful, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Since he had come into my life, the days no longer felt as lonely. There was a quiet joy in having someone—or something—to come home to.

“Lucky,” I said softly, breaking the silence.

“Should I thank you for being here?”

He lifted his head and looked at me, his deep eyes reflecting something I couldn’t quite name.

“Sometimes, I think you’re not just a regular dog,” I murmured.

“Are you… my lucky charm?”

Lucky didn’t answer, of course. He just stared at me, his gaze steady and inscrutable. But deep down, I felt that he understood far more than he let on.

（Lyra, I can’t stay with you forever. My secret is too dangerous. But for now, I’ll guard your smile, even if it’s just for a while. Maybe this fleeting glimpse of normalcy is the haven I’ve been searching for. ）