Forced to become a Werewolf Luna

I walked up a mountain covered in lush green grass and tiny white flowers that swayed gently in the breeze. Looking down at myself, I realized I was wearing a white dress—the same dress my parents had gifted me on my twenty-fifth birthday. What am I doing here? The thought had barely crossed my mind when I turned around and lost my footing. A scream escaped my lips as I tumbled down the slope, landing hard near a crystal-clear stream. Groaning, I pushed myself up and glanced at the water. My reflection stared back at me. I froze. That wasn't my face. My trembling fingers touched my cheeks. The skin felt real, yet unfamiliar. The face in the water was much paler than mine. The nose was straight and sharp—the kind I had secretly wished for as a child because of the slightly crooked nose I had inherited from my mother. Not that I ever hated it, but I had always been a little self-conscious. The woman in the reflection had fox-shaped eyes, thick eyebrows, and strikingly beautiful features. Yet despite seeing every detail clearly, I couldn't recognize who she was. Who am I looking at? As I reached toward the water, something wet suddenly brushed against my face. I jerked awake. A fluffy white face greeted me. "Fluffy!" My husky barked happily before licking my cheek again. "You naughty boy," I laughed, gently pushing him away. "You woke me up from my dream." Fluffy had been with me since I was eighteen. He was a gift from my father and has become my closest companion over the years. His thick white fur was accented by patches of black, especially around his tail, and his light blue eyes always seemed to understand exactly what I was feeling. After making my bed, I looked around my apartment. It wasn't large, but it was comfortable. I lived in a peaceful neighborhood in LA. My apartment consisted of a two-bedroom, a small sitting room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The space was decorated simply with flower pots, hanging ornaments, and a cozy dining table near the kitchen. Once everything was tidy, I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I looked into the mirror, I paused. The woman from my dream. I reached up and touched my reflection. Why did that dream feel so real? Maybe it's because of that horror K-drama I watched last night, I thought. Shaking my head, I finished getting ready. Breakfast was simple: toast and a glass of juice. After feeding Fluffy his breakfast, I took him next door to Mrs. Dory. Mrs. Dory was a kind elderly woman who often looked after Fluffy whenever I was at work. She lived alone after her husband's death, while her children worked abroad and visited whenever they could. "Good morning, dear," she greeted warmly. "Good morning, Mrs. Dory. Thank you for looking after him again." "Of course. Fluffy keeps me company." After saying goodbye to both of them, I headed toward the bus stop. On the way, I noticed a man walking two dogs. One looked remarkably similar to Fluffy, while the other was smaller and completely black. Smiling, I pulled a few dog treats from my bag and offered them. Maybe today will be a lucky day. It might sound strange, but ever since Fluffy entered my life, good things seemed to happen. I graduated with excellent grades, secured a position at one of the biggest fashion and design companies, and even my father's health improved significantly after his kidney treatment. Perhaps dogs really are lucky charms. Still smiling at the thought, I stepped onto the bus when it arrived. I chose a window seat near the back and placed my bag on the empty seat beside me. Just as the bus was about to leave, an elderly man, who looked to be in his eighties, appeared at the door. He gripped the handrail tightly and struggled to climb the steep steps. His movements were slow and unsteady, and for a moment, it seemed as though he might lose his balance. Seeing him struggle, I immediately rose from my seat, intending to help. Before I could reach him, however, a young man standing behind the elderly gentleman stepped forward. Gently taking the old man's arm, he supported him up the stairs one step at a time until he safely entered the bus. What happened next surprised me even more. The young man quietly reached into his pocket and paid the bus fare for the grandfather without expecting anything in return. The elderly man looked at him with gratitude, while the young man simply smiled as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was a small act of kindness, yet it left a lasting impression on everyone who witnessed it. In a world where people are often busy with their own lives, moments like these serve as a reminder that compassion and humanity still exist. Although several seats were available, he stopped beside me and gestured toward the seat occupied by my bag. I quickly moved it. "Thanks," he said. The moment he sat down, I caught a faint scent of baby lotion. Curious, I stole a glance. My breath caught. He was ridiculously handsome. His facial features were sharp and perfectly defined, almost like a model's. His eyelashes were longer than mine, his double eyelids accentuating his dark eyes. His nose was straight and sharp, and his lips— Suddenly, he turned toward me. Our eyes met. My heart nearly stopped. For a brief second, I noticed something strange. His eyes widened, too. As if he recognized me. No, that couldn't be right. We had never met before. I quickly looked away and pretended to focus on the scenery outside the window, but the uneasy feeling remained. Why did he look at me like that? And why did his face seem oddly familiar? Almost as if I had seen him somewhere before. In a dream.