The Right Time for Amnesia to Hit

The morning after I had received a 50-million-dollar deposit from Elisa, I arranged to meet Leno.

Leno and I strolled through the forest, where a small wooden cabin stood at the center.

We had once met and fallen in love in that cabin, built a new pack together, and made the cabin our shared secret.

"Flora, I heard from the Beta that we really did build a pack and that you became my Luna, right?" Leno's ears were flushed red, his eyes flitting nervously as he dared not meet mine.

After I confirmed it, his whole being radiated joy. "That's great! I really made you my Luna," he said, smiling.

His beaming smile under the sunlight seemed to overlap with the one he'd had 20 years ago, when I'd first agreed to let him court me—it left me momentarily dazed.

I instinctively reached out my hand, but Elisa's voice suddenly echoed in my ears. "If you want 200 million dollars, fine. I'll transfer a deposit right now."

Just yesterday at the hospital, Elisa had wired me 50 million dollars without hesitation.

My eyelid twitched hard. As the Luna, I managed internal affairs for the pack, yet the funds I had at my disposal amounted to only 50 million dollars.

And yet, Leno spoiled Elisa so much that she could spend 50 million without batting an eye.

I had promised Elisa, "I'll give you back a Leno with his memories restored before the mating ceremony."

I pulled back the hand I had extended to him, ignored his hurt expression, and quickly entered the cabin.

Leno hurried after me, standing inside the cabin and looking at me cautiously. "Back then, when I was covered in wounds and thought I'd die here, you suddenly appeared. I thought the Moon Goddess had come to save me," he reminisced.

Curled up at the door of the cabin and with knife wounds deep to the bone—that was how he looked when we'd first met.

"Later, I realized you were the best gift the Moon Goddess ever gave me. I swore I'd make you the happiest Luna," Leno said.

I had dragged him into the cabin, brought him medicine and food every day, and listened to him talk about past sorrows and future hopes. The passion of our youth bloomed every day like roses did.

That was until three years ago.

"Flora, did I do it?" Leno asked. He blushed, looking at me with a boyish shyness and hopeful anticipation.

I looked at him coldly. "Leno, in two months, you're going to have a mating ceremony with another young and pretty she-wolf."

"No way! You must be mistaken—I've loved you for so many years, how could I be with another she-wolf?" he shouted in disbelief.

When I saw his agitated expression, my tears started streaming down suddenly. I thought to myself that I'd made a fool of myself again.

Leno frantically wiped my tears and held my hand, repeatedly professing his feelings. My tears only flowed more uncontrollably at that.

The Leno before me was still the same one who once swore under the full moon to make me his Luna.

Now, his pack was strong, and I had become Luna—but he no longer loved me.