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Chapter 203: Innocence

Chapter 203: Innocence

Chapter Two Hundred-Three – Innocence

This was no dream.

Laurel felt her body leave the ground and she was in Zeldris’s arms. What was happening?

"Who are you!"

She heard Zeldris ask.

Had it been a person on her body? What would that mean? Her eyes flared in annoyance and she left Zeldris.

She looked at the figure, but it wasn’t a piece of her imagination or dream land. It was a being.

A young man with red hair, which reminded her of the twins’. He also had the lost and anticipating expression.

His eyes were a calm shade of golden and they gazed painfully at her. He embodied the beauty she attributed to the twins, so that look he gave worried her.

She frowned at Zeldris, who got confused.

"How far away were you that you didn’t notice?"

Zeldris looked down. "I’m sorry, but," he glared at the man, "he moved noiselessly. I don’t know how long he’d been—"

The young redhead ran away. Zeldris tried to chase but Laurel stopped him. A sigh of relief left her. She didn’t know why she felt relief.

"Of course, I can never have such a calming dream."

Still, she wondered how long he had been there.

The wolf with red threads as hair and golden innocence as eyes. He had a soothing aura, so he wasn’t dangerous.

Zeldris moved away with slumped shoulders.

Laurel sighed, following him. She couldn’t feel sleepy anymore. Her body would’ve to manage the time it rested.

Her mind went to that strange wolf and she paused. Was he from High Mountains? Or Silent River Pack?

What did he hope to achieve on her body? The thoughts made her cheeks heat up but it was more in annoyance. He was a pervert, wasn’t he?

"Try recalling your memories, he might’ve said what made him look so hurt." Elma suggested.

His hurt expression flashed through Laurel’s mind and she winced like she could feel the pain. Why did that pervert have to look like the twins?

"Zeldris, I’d stay here to meditate." She sat under a tree.

He turned to her, then to the spot he had been training at. He could still see her from there, so he returned to the spot.

Laurel exhaled and inhaled a number of times, before relaxing her muscles. The memories shouldn’t be far off.

Her surroundings became quiet as she could only hear herself. She hadn’t felt the sensations like this before. She felt the disappointment of soiling the twins’ clothes.

Then the strong urge to sleep. Then the sleep.

"It might take a while before he comes." She said to herself. "He must’ve come few minutes before now—"

There was rustling and Laurel felt the birds that perched on her chirp in distress over the stranger. Laurel was stunned to know he came earlier than she thought.

"Who’s training here... oh... a body!"

Laurel smiled. He sounded younger than he looked. She heard him come close to her and shoo the birds from her body.

He displaced her body from under the tree to the open sky. It made sense why she thought she changed location.

"Hmm... it’s a... girl... she’s alive... oh... sleeping... did I wake her... no... good... she’s asleep... so calm... pretty... can I... no, it’s rude... I can’t touch her face... will she wake up... is she cold... it rained... she’s... she’s alone... oh, someone is here?"

Laurel heard him leave her, then walk away from where she laid. He spoke all his thoughts out so she guessed he was really innocent minded.

It’s surprising to know innocence didn’t only reside in children. Even wolves her age could have it. She hoped.

For a while, the wolf seemed to have gone. Laurel guessed he was watching Zeldris train.

She searched for any other thing that happened. Surely, he didn’t do anything else to her body.

She appreciated that he thought she was pretty but it’s surely a polite compliment.

Then he returned to her, and Laurel felt him seat on her. Her face heated up but she covered it, in case Zeldris walked in on her.

Why did he sit on her? She heard him sob.

"Even that swordsman want to kill lycans. Everyone want to kill lycans. You... don’t want to kill lycans, too, right?"

Laurel frowned, and the blush on her face disappeared. Did he hear Zeldris speaking of that?

He stayed on her body, sobbing before shifting his weight to his legs so she barely felt he was there.

"I know you’d like lycans... and you won’t think I’m weird for being half werewolf... and we’d be friends... and get married...? What am I say...?"

There was silence for a second.

"It’d be good though." She heard him add.

Laurel felt it was at that point she felt like waking up. She stopped recalling and exhaled, opening her eyes and staring into nothing.

This young man’s thoughts really ran wild. How did a body he thought was a corpse, become eligible to be married minutes later?

And he was hybrid? And he had called himself half werewolf. Did it mean he was more werewolf than lycan?

Possibly. She didn’t feel any lycan aura in him. He seemed perfectly werewolf. Perhaps the parent were a low ranked lycan.

Laurel exhaled. She would never sleep in an open place ever again. If he was half werewolf then he probably came from High Mountains.

What was he doing around Green Valleys and Silent River? It could put him in trouble.

She thought of reporting this to Sorren, for the wolf’s protection. What if he had met Slime or worse danger?

Still, she brushed it off. For his protection. He could get severely punished. Sorren could be sadistic sometimes.

"Zeldris! Let’s go back in. Come on."

She left where she sat.

Zeldris popped out behind a tree, panting slightly. "Are you done meditating? An hour meditation?"

She frowned at the sassiness in his voice. Then, it turned to a smirk. "You should match it with ten hours of sword training."

A horrified expression claimed Zeldris’s face.