Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 121

Chloe's POV

I placed the dagger strongly in my hand and looked at the direction where the presence was coming from.

Only then did I see a young man approaching the area I am in.

He stepped out from the shadows and revealed himself. There was a spear in his hand, and a dead rabbit on the other. One look and I could see that he had gone for a quick hunt and stumbled to me, unfortunately.

He had a tanned skin tone that lay underneath his tattered clothes. His eyes emitted a trace of vigilance and coldness but strangely upon seeing me, the vigilance diminished a lot.

‘A rogue?’ I raised my brow in wonder, as I looked at him and observed his actions. But the more I looked at him, the more I was confused.

Although he really looked like someone who had spent a lot of time in the forest, his entire demeanor and appearance did not look like the vicious rogues at all.

Beside his tattered clothes, his long hair was tied neatly in a man bun and his nails were all fleshy pink, without a sign of the rogue’s darkening. He also does not emit the foul stench the rogue’s commonly have as a sign that they were starting to lose their rationality.

“This is my spot.” He said in a low voice, it was laced with reprimand but no hint of hostility.

“I don’t know…” I answered cautiously.

Although there were no signs of hostility, it did not make me lower my guard the slightest.

I did not move on my spot and only watched him with a dagger in my hand.

He seemed to have realized something and sighed. His expression seemed to express that he found my presence quite troublesome.

He put down the dead rabbit in his hand and went to another tree. Its truck and branches were wider however, it was too difficult for me to climb into

Tack tack tack!

The next moment, he swung his spear into the trunk seemingly randomly. I raised my dagger in vigilance, as I was confused by his actions.

‘Is he venting his anger to the tree?’

But soon he stopped and looked at me apathetically.

“You… sleep here…” He swung his spear and pointed at the tree he just murdered with his spear.

I looked at the tree once more and was shocked to see that he dug a few shallow steps I could use to climb up the tree.

“This?” I looked back at him wide-eyed.

He looked at me from top to bottom with a darkened and troubled expression, “You smell blood and weak, you cannot sleep in my tree with that condition.”

He said then he pointed up at the tree top, “You will see what I am talking about.”

“O-okay…” Overwhelmed by his uncanny actions I could only mechanically nod and look down.

Only then did I realize that the dress I was wearing was stained with blood at the lower area. It seemed that I had bled due to the aftermath of my miscarriage.

In the end I climbed the tree and found that the top of the tree trunk was actually flat and smooth enough for me to sit on.

The main branches of the tree was also wide enough for me to comfortably lean on without even having to fear rolling off the tree in my sleep.

“T-thank you…” I looked at him, who was still down and checked my condition.

In turn, he only nodded and headed toward the stream to prepare the dead rabbit that might be his dinner.