His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

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Elena's POV

I stood at the side in calmness as I watched Bryson and Glenda muttering with each other, occasionally giving me a side glance of disgust and hatred.

Seeing them like that only made me laugh a little at how petty they both could be.

"Tell me about it! Especially that woman! Titled as the first female general, and she acts so petty, she almost looks pitiful! Where's the manner and grace in her that a general should have?" Ava sarcastically asked, and I could only imagine her rolling her eyes because of how annoyed her voice sounded right now.

When the time came, and the duel was about to start, Glenda and I stood up and prepared to enter the combat area.

As I did, I looked back at Prince Deacon and was once again mesmerized by his outstanding appearance, with the ray of setting sunlight giving him so much justice.noveldrama

Its glow cast a shadow across his gold and brown armor that still had dried bloodstains etched on its metal from the past battles he had been on. The sunlight brought light into his mysterious demeanor.

I swallowed as I involuntarily admired his face, letting my eyes linger a little at his shaved beard, which had grown a little. As the harsh wind grazed his chapped skin, it enhanced the commanding intensity in his gaze, making him appear resolute and mighty among the crowd of soldiers and generals gathered around.

When I heard someone clear his throat, that's when I was pulled back from my daze. Keeping my composure, I smiled at Prince Deacon and sincerely uttered, "Thank you."

He raised his brow; a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he remained silent and asked nothing.

Instead, he took a step closer to me and patted my head. "Don't keep me waiting. Finish this quickly, and try not to disgrace me.

There was an evident hint of teasing in his voice, so I merely smirked at him as I watched him turn around and go back to his seat.

But deep down, I also knew there was a hint of seriousness in it. It might be an assumption I had or because of my gratitude for him for standing up for me. Either way, I'll make sure to win.

Staring at his back, I made a silent vow, "I'll make you proud."

As Glenda and I stood in the battle area, Prince Deacon stood up from his seat and faced all the warriors from all ranks who were there to watch.

"Everyone! You are all witnesses to this fight. Keep in mind that everything has its consequences," he started before turning back around and looking at Glenda and me as he continued, "...that being said, if either of you falls here today, the consequences will be yours alone."

He shifted his gaze between me and Glenda as he clarified, Elena Dooely, losing will mean that you'll your dignity and authority over your own troops. As for you, Glenda Harber, you shall be punished by getting whipped and losing your battle merits."

"Is this understood?" he asked in a domineering voice.

Glenda and I nodded our heads as we answered in unison, "Yes, Prince Deacon."

As Glenda and I faced each other in preparation for the start, I could still feel Prince Deacon's lingering eyes on me, which made my heart beat fast. However, I kept my eyes on Glenda and tried to keep my composure until I heard his footsteps walking back away to his chair.

Glenda stood across from me with a rigid posture and lips curled in a cold sneer. Her battle robe, untouched by blood, swayed slightly in the dusk breeze as she kept glaring at me with steely eyes.

Suddenly, she let out scoffed and taunted, "Did you really think you'd step onto the battlefield and suddenly be better than me? You've got nerve, I'll give you that. But we both know where you'd be without your father's influence."

I met her taunting eyes and kept my face with an indifferent expression while I listened to Ava's words, "What an arrogant shrewd! Show her what you really got! Teach her a lesson!"

I was about to answer Ava when a small stick was thrown in front of me.

Bending down, I picked it up and examined it with a furrowed brow as I questionably looked at Prince Deacon, who threw it.

It was a very ordinary stick that he seemed to have cut from one of the nearest trees. Sure, it look sturdy, but very ordinary that it wouldn't be mistaken for a weapon.

He nodded at me, and I smirked in understanding as the word 'restraint' seemingly glinted in his eyes.

He must have heard Glenda's taunting and feared I would use all my strength on her. Worse, if I tried to use my claws, the likelihood of me killing her would be very high.

My hands tightened on the stick, and I kept my expressions calm while letting my demeanor exude fierceness.

"A stick? How noble of you, Elena. Do you think you can take me down with that?" she asked, laughing in mockery.

When I kept silent, she got ready for an attack and uttered, "You never stood a chance on me, Elena. Not then, and definitely not now!"

With her last words, she dashed forward with her claws up, ready to strike me.