Chapter 71

Lsabella's pov :
I sent someone to return the case to the office.
Since this was a private matter for Xavier, I gave him enough personal space so that he could be left alone to remember the past.
My memories of my parents are much thinner than Xavier's because I was too young when they left me to have many memories. And at that time the Blood Moon Pack was suffering from war, we lost a lot of things and there seemed to be nothing left for nostalgia.
But the parents were still alive for a few years after the witch incident. I had heard in Blue Moon Pack that their last Alpha had spent a lot of resources and effort to find the child that had fallen off the cliff in a vain attempt to plow through the belly of a nearby beast to find a bit of remains.
But knowing that Mr. and Mrs. Adolf had died, neither definitive proof was found that the child was dead, nor was that faint hope realized.
I was working in the room next door to the office where Xavier was, and if Xavier needed me, I was able to get there immediately.
I was most worried about how Xavier would treat his parents. After all, not everyone can easily reconcile with the past after a tragic case created by a witch.
I have talked to Xavier about this many times and he tells me he doesn't care anymore because he has me now. I certainly felt happy and joyful at such a response, because I had always hoped the same thing. I hoped that I could make Xavier forget his past misfortunes, just as I was gradually letting go of the tragedy of ten years ago in his company, and that we were the result of Moon Goddess' selection, and she was blessing us towards a happy future.
I tried to recycle my attention to the task at hand, thus giving Xavier more and fuller time.
We have taken in most of the rogues on the plains, something I would have thought was a crazy move if I had known about it back then, but now I'm at war with the Alpha Conference and at the negotiating table.
So I can accept all these other things, even if there will be something more bizarre in the future, it does not matter. Besides, these rogues submitted to Xavier, they followed Xavier's command and helped us win in the battle.
Our expanded territory is still not as large as the territory of Blue Moon Pack, the largest wolf pack on the East Continent, but it is already two to three times larger than our previous territory, and assigning the rogues to these lands is the first expansion of our pack after ten years.
There is also a piece of good news worthy of my high technology for a long time, the Moonstone has brought far more power to my pack than before, every clan member's ability has been activated, they told me they can still guard Blood Moon Pack for fifty years.
The ordinary clan members did so, and Alpha-level warriors like Xavier and I felt the power multiply even more.
I'm already looking forward to the next Alpha meeting, what will it be like?
Xavier's pov.
This is definitely Charles' trick. He didn't have the strength to persuade me, so he started with Lsabella.
Lsabella is perfect, but her kindness towards women and children is sometimes exploited by evil people. After I learned from Kyra that the top letter in this package from the Blue Moon Pack was written by a small child, I felt that things were not that simple and that Charles was really not dead.
I know the answer to my own mind, I will not hide something from Lsabella, if I have this in mind, simply will not let her go through all the previous, I will hide it for her, and then do it one by one.
But my little hesitation lies in the fact that I already know that this is a trap, and even Charles Bin may not only exert himself in this place, if I look at my parents' relics, I will also be aroused curiosity.
I looked at Lsabella's surprised face, or give up the hesitation in my heart, forget it, what kind of trials and tribulations we have not encountered? Even if we want to go back to Blue Moon Pack to meet old friends, as long as the two of us do it together, there will be no problem.
I knew Lsabella was right next door to me and she told me I could always call on her if I needed to.
But I was at peace with the fact that I had long ago lost the need for that take a lifetime to hate people, even if it was news about my past and my parents, there was absolutely no need to disturb Lsabella's work.
I slowly opened the box.
In addition to Matthew's letter, there were also some herbs brought by his parents, which were used by Charles to reckon with Lsabella and me, regardless of whether they came from the heart or not.
I put these things aside first, and then checked the remaining items in the box.
I first took out a few books that were bashed together. They looked very old and did not seem to be well protected, and should have been found from a forgotten place, very much like some records from back in the day. I thought the text would be more helpful to my memory, so I started with the first book.
I skimmed through the top one and stayed on the first page, reading it carefully.
It looks like a child's diary, with a crooked handwriting that shows the age of the author.
Some of the handwriting in this diary was tattered by humidity and long storage, and I struggled to identify it in the light.
It seemed to be my diary, but the excitement of falling off the cliff that year had made me forget so much of the past that I could only remember what my parents and my brother looked like.
The content of this one was probably that my training was much better than my brother's, and even though I had given in to him, he couldn't keep up with me, causing my father to give him a failing grade for his training.
It didn't end here, my brother actually found out about my let down and he stopped my after dinner to express his anger at this total behavior of mine.
I wondered in my diary why this was happening, and there seemed to be no way to reconcile myself between my father and my brother.
I don't remember any of this now; all I remember about my training is Lsabella.
I put this diary down for the moment and opened a second one.
This time I likewise had to flip through it first in general and then read it carefully from the beginning, but as the pages flew by, I noticed the apparently confusing words in the middle pages, a large number of repeated words piled up together, and I was fascinated by the author's sense of loss of control revealed in the words.
I turned the page completely over, and the first thing I recognized was the word "regret.
Then came a familiar and unfamiliar name: "Elvis," a name from my past that had been repeated so many times that the handwriting became increasingly sloppy.
I flipped back a few pages, and it mostly looked like a repetition, with only a few parts of Jasper's name mixed in.
At the end of the page, I saw my past name and Jasper's name written end to end, with the word: "bloodline" marked in the middle, and then the name circled.
That's enough, I looked up and closed the notebook, let's see here for now, I don't want to know more.