Chapter 77

Xavier's POV.
I opened my eyes and the sunlight outside the window was already able to penetrate the curtains and light up the room.
I don't know what time it is, but in any case I slept until I woke up naturally. There were no distractions on my mind and I was surrounded by the people I loved.
Lsabella was leaning in my arms, and she was lying on my side with my arm when I fell asleep, but now she was completely buried in my arms.
I tilted my head to gaze at Lsabella's sleeping face, her chest heaving, still sleeping very peacefully, as if she was falling into a peaceful sleep.
I loved the moment when Lsabella was defenseless, like a small beast in a nest, openly enjoying a brief but carefree pleasure.
If I can provide such comfort for the rest of Lsabella's life for a long time, I should be satisfied when I close my eyes at the end of my life.
The hair covering Lsabella's side face was like a few gentle flames, softly lighting up her face.
Lsabella's face at the moment there is no makeup, lips are no longer the usual full of wild and open flame red, but a light pink, lining her whole face are much more gentle, no longer worry about political affairs.
After watching for a long time, I couldn't help but reach out my hand and gently cut a few strands of hair from Lsabella's side face to behind her ears, I wanted to look at her face.
Lsabella's eyelashes wiggled slightly a few times, but there was no sign of waking up. My eyes were gentle like the melting spring water on the snowy mountains, I don't know if Lsabella could feel it, but my heart was going to melt along with it.
I pressed up and kissed her gently on the lips.
The phone and alarm clock were on the bedside table, within reach, but I had no intention of doing so.
What kind of things are fun with Lsabella, and such good times I just want to cherish.
Maybe at a time like this, the passionate love between Lsabella and I can help me fight off my childhood, and if I really want to make an end to my past right now, now is a good time.
Slowly and carefully, I braced my upper body and let Lsabella's hand on my heart move to my waist.
She made a few murmurs of discontent in her sleep, but dutifully buried her face in the side of my waist.
Love for Lsabella was my strength.
I took out a couple of old journals from the bedside drawer.
One of them was mine and the other belonged to my mother.
I had only read it once before, but I got busy quickly after that and I had left the matter completely behind me.
It was only now, when I was snuggled up with Lsabella and didn't have to think or do anything, and I was looking at the ceiling and remembering the past, that I recalled this matter, which was my last regret.
I reopened my diary, I wanted to find some interesting memories, I do not believe that my time before the age of eight was bad.
Sure enough, after a brief rummage, I found one of the pages, which recorded an interesting event in crooked handwriting.
It was my first experience hunting alone. Werewolves aren't actually supposed to hunt alone until they're eight years old, but I fell alone.
With some fear and panic, but with my dagger clutched tightly in my hand.
I was walking alone in the forest, my fellow clansmen and the way home, and I couldn't find it.
The worst thing happened when it was about to get dark and a pair of green glowing eyes locked on me viciously in the darkness.
The children's descriptions are very limited and it's hard for me to recall what happened before. Anyway, I was badly injured and killed the leopard that was on me.
He was many times my size, and perhaps it was the blessing of the moon goddess, or perhaps my own burst of combat prowess at the brink of death, that I managed to stab the dagger into its neck.
I fell into a coma afterwards, and my father found me in time, and it is said that everyone present was shocked, for they too could hardly believe that a small child could do such a thing.
My mother, who was scared but proud, took the leopard's finger bones off, polished them and strung them with string to make a necklace.
I wrote in my diary that I buried this necklace, along with some other things, under an apple tree in the back garden of the castle, and I decided to give it to my future partner.
Is this really my diary? I can't help but hold my forehead, I was surprisingly such a character when I was a child, and at the age of eight I thought about what kind of meeting gift to give to my partner.
Lsabella's pov
It should be dawn, and although I was swept away by drowsiness and never wanted to open my eyes, the brightness in front of me could not let me sleep quietly.
Finally, I did wake up.
Memories were slowly converging, and the first thing I felt was my aching back, and the images of last night came clearly into my mind.
I blushed again and shyly buried my head, and only when I tilted my head did I notice that I had been wrapped around Xavier's waist.
Just then, a small laugh came from the direction of my head, tilted my head to look over, Xavier was leaning against the bed, holding a book in his hand.
But he didn't read the book, and his eyes fell graciously on me.
"Good morning, Lsabella."
It was wonderful, as if all my worries and regrets were gone and I was able to get a smile and a good morning every time I woke up after that.
I rubbed up against him and Xavier picked up on my meaning as he lifted his arms to let me burrow into his embrace.
I leaned on his chest, an angle that allowed me to look into the book. I wasn't interested in the books, but I wondered what Xavier was reading?
"Is this a handwritten book?"
I casually glanced at the book and noticed that it was neatly written, but I was able to clearly see that it was not printed.
"It's my mother's diary."
I looked at Xavier's face, and his expression was as simple as saying "good morning".
Is there really no more influence? I almost forgot about this, this should be from those boxes from the Blue Moon tribe, right, it has been now, there are still people who are counting him? I've clearly heard that the Blue Moon Pack has been selecting a new Alpha heir within the pack a few days ago.
Putting aside the dispute between the interests of the wolves, I don't care much about which heir the Blue Moon Pack will replace this time.
After that, it's the same for me whether I'm dealing with them or not.
Although there are still many friends in the Blue Moon Pack, I don't feel much about being apart and not seeing each other anymore, I have experienced many people's lifetime separation when I was not an adult, and have long been numb to similar things.
But not the same, he and the Blue Moon Pack still have a connection, know the tragedy and participated in the tragedy is his parents, his people did not do anything.
And the Blue Moon Pack is there, including Xavier's memories before he was eight years old are stored in that place, and we can absolutely accept the invitation to return once if Xavier wants.
I drew over and took a closer look at the journal, and this one seemed to be about Xavier's first participation in a hunting competition within the pack, and we wolves used to have such competitions for the underage, where the warriors caught the prey and raised it on the grounds for the younger children to compete.
Xavier's mother complained in her diary about her husband risking her children's lives with such fierce wild boars and hyenas, not worrying at all about whether their two children would be hurt.
However, Xavier succeeded in taking first place in the hunting competition, and Xavier's mother was so happy that she made the head of the hyena Xavier killed into a taxidermy artifact and placed it in Xavier's room as a souvenir.
What a warm family, Xavier's parents also love their children.
Xavier also had a rare stretch of the brow about his past.
"But I don't even remember, maybe somewhere in the castle, there really are still these things."
I heard the longing in his words, he was wanting to see his past again.
I took Xavier's hand in mine, "Take a trip back, we'll be together."
Xavier looked at me with some surprise in his expression: "Would you also like to go back with me to see? We kind of escaped at first."
"Which so what, we're not the same now."
I propped up my upper body and exchanged a good morning kiss with Xavier.
"I'll go with you if you want, we don't have the responsibility behind us constantly urging us on anymore."
"Good," Xavier and I interlocked fingers as he held my hand tightly, "we'll just take our time together and accomplish what we never had the chance to accomplish before."