His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 65

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Elena's POV

Reminders of what the Rogues had brought to my family and pack flashed back into my mind so vividly that I felt I was back at the scene.

It's like a year ago again when I was standing in the middle of the front lawn of our pack house, frozen on my feet as the scent of blood pooling on the grass around the countless dead bodies of my pack members surrounded my nostrils like poison.

The cries of those left behind who managed to survive in hiding still echoed in my ears as the entire once lovely pack had turned into a Halloween park early.

My hands turned into fists, and my breathing became rugged and heavy as those memories flashed before me.

And above everything else, Glenda's face suddenly popped into my mind, fueling my burning anger even bigger.

"They didn't deserve it... any of them..." I unknowingly whispered.

"What?"

"Did you say something, Elena?"

I blinked a couple of times as I was brought back to reality. Only then did I realize that I had voiced out what I had in mind?

Maise and Saige fell silent as they stared at me, waiting for my next words, but I kept silent.

anger building up in

and I lost most of the important people in

I wish her

that simple. It's not just a matter of life and death. It's not just about anger and vengeance. Rather, it is about

didn't want her to die. But not because I'm some kind of saint

for her actions. She deserves to watch everything she values crumble into pieces, just as

"Elena? Are you okay?"

but everything was blurry around me against the turmoil in my heart that's been suppressed way too

heard Maise sigh and frustrated movements as her hands touched my arms, shaking. Are you listening? We've been talking

little. "Hey!

a familiar, deep voice that lifted me from drowning in sorrow

Prince

him as I watched my friends reluctantly look at him for a while before they nodded their heads and

sat beside me and started unpacking the food

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could ask for. Eat.

he continued serving the food, causing others to glance our way

managed to calm down and sigh. After watching his movements, I narrowed my eyes and jokingly

"You need

eyes. Why does it feel like he's cheering me up before a disaster? Wearingly, I asked, "Why do I get the

if he had been caught, and let out a small laugh.

hint of bitterness coursed through me. Tapping my shoulder to show how strong it was, I pointed out,