Love Barrels And Werewolves

The Lost Prince

"Anyone else got hurt?" tanya Laras while affixing the collision of leaves on the wound on the right elbow Lion. After doing so, the woman blew gently, as if she had gotten used to such a thing.

While Lion shook his head, saying if the wound he got was only on the elbow, it was also because of Win's push that made him fall before being frozen.

Coinciding with the completion of treating Lion's wound, Laras sighed long enough, feeling tired even though he was sitting under a shady tree.  "I didn't expect to protect you like this" he murmured, but it sounded clear.

Hearing him made Lion turn his head, staring at the woman with the hair child flying in the wind. He did not answer, only felt grateful and not good at Laras. When the woman turned around, Lion immediately drew a glance. This man did not even realize that he was staring at Laras.

"But I was a little surprised, why didn't you fight back at all?" he said, but a moment later continued, "doesn't mean I told you to fight back. Only I'm a little annoyed that you kept quiet when Win attacked you." The two legs of the barrel that do not touch the ground are swung alternately.

Lion was silent for a moment. His eyes now looked up, staring at the air that felt increasingly friendly. "I was just trying to keep my promise," he said, as there was no answer he turned back to look at Laras. "I cannot show a side other than man. Besides, there's no reason I fight back. Didn't we?" The man smiled, as if the wound on the arm had instantly healed just because of the leaves that Baras had given him.

For a moment, Laras felt a brief tremor in his heart. Seeing Lion smile clearly, made him forget the fact that he almost died of fear on the first night. However, he denied the blush that almost appeared.

Barrel's eyes narrowed, his lips cut. "You were so hungry you stole meat?" said it.

Not immediately answering, Lion looks to take a deep breath. There was something difficult to say, until he could only shake his head with a nape that suddenly felt itchy. "I just look around, and people get it wrong." He scratched his back neck, worried that the woman beside him could not believe it.

But it seems Lion's worries did not happen. Laras nodded in understanding. Moreover, such an incident is not unusual for Laras after many oddities that have come in recent days. Isn't side by side with a werewolf the most absurd thing?

Within a few seconds, the atmosphere became quiet. Only the wind and the friction of the leaves were left to chat.  While Laras and Lion chose silence, presumably none of them had found the next topic.

Until after the deciduous leaves were left to touch the ground, the woman there resumed to connect the chatter. Laras lowered his head before finally saying. "I think I've mistaken you" he said.

Lion who heard the faint words of Laras immediately turned his head to make sure. The woman there smiled. "I thought creatures like you would attack humans indiscriminately. But I'm wrong."

A long sigh sounded out from Lion's lips. "You're wrong. We will only attack if we feel disturbed. Moreover, we are territorial creatures," he explained.

"Does that mean you have a hard time sharing your place with me?"

"Isn't that sentence inaccurate?" Lion almost laughed, but was detained because there was a sentence that would continue. "You should share a place with me. So even if I don't like it, it seems like I can hold it."

Hearing that, there was a slight sense of annoyance in Laras' heart. The woman throttled. "Then so quickly remember and go home to your group." He intended to joke, but unexpectedly the sentence just now seemed to hurt Lion a little.

Suddenly Lion was silent. It was not that he was hurt by Laras, but the sentence that had just been heard opened a faint, dark door and did not want him to enter.

Realizing if his speech is excessive Laras felt a little bad. "I'm kidding. Just remember slowly," comfort him, even after that the woman was again alert. Especially when he saw the face of the moody Lion immediately turned cheerful. "But remember, I hold your weakness. So don't you wanna fuck with me."

Seeing Lion smiling, without realizing the lips Laras also curved upwards. Their two eyes met, gazes locked onto each other for a few seconds. It was as if there was something in the net of the two. Until unconscious, a gentle sweep of the wind made Laras wake up and immediately attract the view.

Barrels allow the child a messy hair. As for Lion, the man just smiled gently.  His heart beats like it's back alive. The wound on the arm is completely gone.

But the Lion and Laras did not know, behind the tree a little far from where they were sitting. A pair of eyes kept staring from earlier. Win clenched his arms to see the women of worship talking and staring at each other with the foreign man he almost finished off.

Both of Win's eyes were red, staring at the man who had a familiar scent to hunters like him. "There is something strange," he muttered half angrily, "what is this strange feeling?" he continued, remembering something that felt familiar from the man sitting next to Laras.

But free, as strong as Win remembered, the aroma that appeared felt increasingly faint. The air is strong. Not just worry, but jealousy inflames the flames of anger for her.

***

Meanwhile, in a country located far behind the mountains. A woman in a hairy robe and a crown perched on her head stared at the two men facing her. Queen Seril, her eyes look tired, while the body gesture is clearly not calm.

"Have you found any trace of Prince Aira?" ask for the umpteenth time in a few days.

Unfortunately, again only a head bob that he had to watch over the expected answer. Grasping the stick in the hand tightly while adjusting the breath so that anger does not explode.

"Is the smell of Aira completely impervious to your smell?" ask again after taking a deep breath.

The two men before the Queen again shook their heads. Making the powerful woman there shake her head in annoyance. "It looks like the kingdom has to replace many soldiers. How can two parajurits with the best ability be bad at his kiss?"

"Sorry, Queen. But it looks like Prince Aira got carried away by the river so the smell was gone."

Queen Seril took a deep breath. His eyes closed for a few seconds. He doesn't want to hear any more nonsense. The raised hand signals for the two men in front of him to come out.

After being abandoned, the woman with the jeweled crown sat staring at the empty air before her. Her memory glared at the incident five days ago. If he had not forced his son, perhaps this terrible thing would not have happened.

Outside, someone knocked on the door to disperse the queen's daydream of regret. Once allowed in, it is seen that a woman with brown hair comes facing.

"You've come to hear from Aira, Irly?" the Queen said as the new woman sat in.

Still down, Irly nodded. "Yes, Queen."

The queen smiled behind great anxiety. "Thank your head." Not refuting, Irly immediately raised her face. "I know how you feel. Take it easy, we'll definitely find Aira, your future husband."