His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

Elena's POV

The cold breeze of the night wing brushed through my skin but the one that brought a chill to my spine was the deep stare of the man in front of me, which immediately changed to worry and caution as soon as he observed my

face.

"Prince, I..." I hastily looked away as if his stare burned me before I discreetly brushed the tears from the corner of my eyes and cleared my throat.

But then I felt his warm hand gently grasping my wrist. "Don't hide your face. I already saw it. Something's wrong, isn't it?"

I looked back at him and was instantly taken aback by the faint shadow of tenderness visible in his eyes under the glow of the moonlight.

"Do you want to talk?" he asked in a voice laced with concern that made me feel comforted and even... a bit exposed, as if my inner thoughts were vulnerable in his presence.

His stare was so mysterious yet full of emotions, something I never saw in anyone's eyes before. At least, not while looking at me.

When I realized that he was still waiting for my answer, I asked myself, "Do I?"

Could I tell him my worries? We were not even close together. We didn't know each other until now.

But before I could reply, I felt him pulling me somewhere, and as if my body had its own mind, I just let him drag me to who knows where.

"This is beautiful...." I whispered as the view in front of me took my breath away.

He brought me to a cliff at the back of the forest of the campsite. We sat at the edge with our legs dangling in the air.

The bright full moon and Milky Way filled with stars brightened our place while the spring running beneath the cliff with the birds chirping on the surrounding trees felt like music in our ears.

Being here was so relaxing, seemingly seeping out all my worries and pain.

I closed my eyes and felt the night breeze brush through my face, letting my loose hair move in the wind's direction.

But then my breathing hitched once more when I felt a warm hand covering my hand, which was leaning on the ground for support. Opening my eyes, I met Prince Deacon's eyes. "Take your time. You don't need to say anything if you don't want to. But remember that if you ever want to talk, I'm just here.”

His words, tone, facial expression-just everything about him right now screamed sincerity, which brought warmth to my heart and seemingly healed a portion of the wound in my soul.

I kept staring at him as he did while his grasp on my hand became firmer as if to promise me that his words were genuine.

Later, his other hand raised. I thought he'd caress my cheeks again, but then I felt the back through my cheeks as he helped me push the loose strands of my hair to the back of my ear,

is fingers brush

My chest rose and fell heavily as my breathing became ragged. My mind went blank, uncertain of what was happening, especially when his face slowly approached mine.noveldrama

I couldn't look away or speak. I was frozen.

Inch by inch, his face got closer to my mind, and my eyes felt like they had their own mind and were starting to

close.

"Grrrrr..."

The sound of a wild wolf's growl in the forest was like ice-cold water that was thrown on us. Prince Deacon hastily removed his hands from mine and pulled back. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to. I was just..."

"It... It's okay," I replied immediately, trying to kill the formed awkwardness as I let out a small smile.

We were once again covered in silence, just admiring the scenery before us.

"Thank you," I whispered, finally having the courage to speak to him as my heart calmed down.

He tilted his head, asking, “For what?"

Gesturing around us, I replied, "For being here. Things had been overwhelming...

I at least became more relaxed now, especially with the Rogues and war...'

He nodded his head before something flashed in his eyes. "You'll be safe out there, won't you? I know you are skilled. You've proved it again and again. But still..."

I smiled, knowing what he meant, before I joked, "Don't worry. I'll always come back in one piece, no matter which battle you throw me into."

"Good!" He laughed, shook his head at my smugness, and joked, "Because I don't want to clean up your mess if you, a Luna, come back all bruised and buttered."

"Huh!” I scoffed. "A person who can beat me like that hasn't been born yet!"

"That confident?" he asked.

"Of course!"

Hearing that, he stood up and brushed off the dirt from his clothes before he extended his hand to me. "Let's see then."