Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Daxton's POV

One day, she was walking in the forest... but she had no idea that I was following her from a distance. Why the heck did they let Maiveline walk alone in the forest?

Damn, if something happens to her, Silas and Vera will really get their punishment. Although Maiveline is growing stronger and braver, I am still worried about the possibility that something bad might happen to her. I could see that she has abilities that normal creatures don't have, she's not yet aware of her strength and the power within her.

However, looking at her right now, I couldn't help but smile.

She has this optimistic vibes, as if all things for her are bright and beautiful, as if she's not aware of the bad things despite what happened to her past. I was standing in a big tree while walking beautifully, everything she does is truly beautiful.

The smile on her face really melted my heart and she's the only person who had this effect on me. Suddenly, my attention was caught when I sensed two werewolves around her, and when I saw the fear in Maiveline's eyes, I knew she had sensed them too.

Anger rose within me when they circled Maiveline, and I could see that they were getting crazy over her scent... I clenched my hands seeing the lust and hunger in their eyes.

Oh how much I wanted to pull those eyes off. I wanted to kill those two werewolves immediately, however, that would be a not so clever act. I might be noticed, and this is not yet the time for her to know me... not yet.

I am not ready to face her and tell her everything. I have to find a way, but I cannot just leave her here to call for Silas or something might happen to my mate once I turn my back.

So I ended up watching her as she tried to get away from those two werewolves. I have to admit that she is stronger than I expected, she could protect herself and her senses are sharp too. I knew that if she was just well trained, she could kill them right away and she could kill them even without the training because her sharp senses would protect her.

The only problem is that she is afraid, the fear that is dominating her essence and the trauma that keeps on haunting her. She looked shocked when blood started to drip from one of the werewolves.

She is not mentally ready for any of these. When her eyes watered, my heart clenched as if it was crushed into pieces.

Damn, it hurts, making it hard for me to breathe properly. Is this how the bond between us works? I jumped down smoothly to the ground that no one noticed, and was about to go to Maiveline.

I wanted to hug her and tell that everything will be okay, that I won't let anyone hurt her... I wanted to tell her that I will protect her for the rest of my life so she doesn't have to be worried. I wanted to give her assurance. However, seeing her so afraid of my species, she would for sure be afraid of me. Just that thought pains me again.

I ended up using my archer and shooting the werewolf that was about to harm her. I couldn't handle the anger rising on me, I even couldn't handle seeing Maiveline in tears... Her cries affected me so much that I could lose my control. Damn, those werewolves, killing them is not enough, I could do so much better and I wouldn't forgive anyone who dared to lay a finger at her. Good thing Silas came at the right time. He saw me but when I gestured him to ignore me, he did and immediately rushed to Maiveline, to bring her home. After that, I ordered Silas and Vera not to let Maiveline go into the forest again, especially, not to let her go alone because it is too dangerous.

Besides, it is their responsibility to protect the future Queen Luna of the Werewolf Kingdom. But a big part of me really wanted to take Maiveline to my home. How much more do I have to endure for us to be together?

Her features become more mature and mature as time passes by.

However, despite the strong woman she shows, her wounds still remain the same, her past still keeps on haunting her, she's having nightmares at night and I wanted to take it away from her. She was not even healing from it and it was evident in closer look.

A part of me was hurt because she often looks at a young boy.

She loves and I could see it, but I am aware that she loves probably because he reminds her of her brother. It was even hard for me to see her eyes water every time she saw children together with their father. She was broken and I feel so helpless for that reason. I couldn't heal her.

Time couldn't heal her.

Maybe she swore not to heal from it. Every February 4th, she would pick some flowers and leave them in the stones she arranged for her father and brother. She swore to remember them. I wanted to take away her pain but I couldn't do it unless she let go of it.

She grew up not really knowing about werewolves.

She only knew about her father and the werewolves who tried to attack her, but she never insisted on knowing more about my species.

That was one of the reasons why I couldn't introduce myself.

I was scared that she would not accept me. I wanted her to love me despite of who I am, despite of me being a werewolf.

Yet, I was also scared that she would know more about the other world because it's too dangerous. A big part of me wanted her to remain innocent.

However, the blood that flows inside of her, the scent she produces is evident that she has the right to know about the other world because she belongs to the supernatural world.