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Elsie's POV There was a thick, standing log of solid wood positioned right in the centre of the tent, but honestly, all that was left of it at this point was a mangled, splintered pulp. The Lycan King was furiously busy beating the shit out of it, delivering punch after punch with terrifying speed. He was shirtless, his broad chest rising and falling in ragged gasps, and he carried an angry look on his face. His knuckles and hands were shredded from the brutal impact, covered in blood, but he didn't seem to feel an ounce of the pain.I stood frozen at the entrance, a feeling of grim apprehension settling in my chest. I didn't know what my ultimate fate would be now.Commander Hunter stepped inside the tent right beside me, the rustle of the canvas drawing attention. The moment the King heard, he didn't turn around before he shoved a harsh shout through the space. "Leave!"Both Commander Hunter and I jumped slightly at the volume of his voice, instinctively moving backward to immedi
Elsie's POV The moment the whistle blew, Harding swung his wooden staff with a slice through the air, aiming for my ribs. I leaned back quickly, the wood missing my chest by a fraction of an inch. I didn't have the luxury of hiding my true fighting style anymore. I slid my hand down to the very base of my shorter stick, spinning it rapidly in my palm.Harding lunged forward, using his reach to push me back toward the boundary lines. He brought the staff down in a fierce, overhead strike. Instead of dodging, I stepped into his space, bringing my stick up at an angle to parry the blow. The impact vibrated violently up my arms, but I held my ground. I used the momentum to slide my stick down the length of his staff, barking the wood painfully across his knuckles.He grunted, dropping his grip with one hand for a split second. That was all the opening I needed.I dropped low to the dirt, sweeping my leg out in a kick that caught him behind his good ankle. He stumbled, his massive frame
Elsie’s POVI just remained in my seated position in the middle of the dirt, staring blankly ahead and knowing it was too late to salvage anything. At this point, my vision was so heavily blurred by the effects of the herb that I couldn't even fully see what was happening around the perimeter of the field. The men had rushed forward from the benches, definitely wowed at the unexpected fact that there was a hidden female in the middle of their warrior camp. Much more, it being the top-tier fighter boy, Elias, whom they had all trained alongside for weeks.The initial, pin-drop silence gave way to a deafening cacophony of voices. Everyone was talking, shouting, and murmuring at the same time. Then, the physical fighting started as the crowd of warriors aggressively started to crowd around my position, pushing and shoving each other to get a closer look at me. I felt very much like one of those poor, helpless animals trapped at the center of a circus ring.Under normal circumstances, I
Quinn's POV Although I had spent the last hour trying to convince myself that Elsie would be fine during these matches, I simply could not help following her discreetly when she slipped away from the training field. Hunter and Dane had immediately tried to tail after me when I stood up from my seat, acting as if they couldn't trust me to go anywhere by myself without encountering some sort of danger.I turned on them, giving them both a silent, icy command to stay back and remain at the platform. Once they complied, I quietly went after Elsie, keeping my footsteps silent in the dark.As she walked toward the forest, I couldn't help but think that she looked pale under the torchlight. I quickly concealed my scent and my presence, watching her from a safe distance while leaning casually against a thick pine tree.But why on earth was I so concerned about her? It felt like some invisible force was constantly pulling me straight toward her, no matter how hard I tried to resist. Was this
Elsie’s POV I rolled my stiff shoulder muscles, testing my range of motion, and saw that I was mostly back to fighting shape. The same was to be expected of Harding, who was already lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet across from me. Werewolves healed fast, and the short break had been more than enough to dull the worst of the aches from our first round.Logan stepped into the center of the ring, his loud voice booming over the chatter. "This is the final fight of the day! Are we ready?!"A deafening shout of agreement went up from the benches.I let my gaze flicker briefly toward the raised viewing platform. To my surprise, the grand center chair was empty. There was no sign of the Lycan King. Only my father, Dalton, and Oliver remained seated up there. I carefully shifted my eyes to Oliver's face, and my stomach plummeted. He was looking in my general direction with a sinister smirk plastered across his lips.The sweat-dampened hair falling over my forehead partially covere
Elsie's POV I slipped away from the edge of the noisy field, desperately needing to take some much-needed fresh air to clear my racing mind. As I walked, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through the minds of my father and brother right now. I hoped with everything in me that tonight, after the matches finally ended, I would be able to find a way to meet with them in secret.I could still hear the loud, thunderous roars of the crowd of warriors behind me as I walked further and further away into the dark. I knew that Oliver’s fight would soon be concluded and I would be called back to finish my match with Harding.I just hoped it was only two rounds that Harding and I had to fight tonight.I made my way to the familiar, quiet stream, kneeling by the bank to wash the dirt and sweat from my face with the cool water. After taking a few deep, stabilizing breaths, I turned back and returned to the field. As I approached the outskirts of the grounds, a new sound reached my ears—a
Quinn's POVI asked for strong, hardened warriors. So why did I find myself staring down at a runt who looked like he had barely seen eighteen winters?I sat perfectly still on a thick branch of the ancient oak tree, my presence masked by the shadows and the rustle of leaves. Below me, the pup had
Elsie’s POV"She has humongous tits," a hairy, buff man shouted, his voice echoing off the canvas walls of Tent 42. He was leaning back on his bedroll, a crude grin plastered on his face. "As she rode me, they were flapping in my face like great balloons!"He finished his sentence with a roar of la
Elsie’s POV I froze in my tracks. I had always been daring, stubborn, reckless even—but this? This was beyond rebellion. If I was caught, the shame would destroy my father. But if I stayed, the mating would destroy me. Nearby, an older woman pounded grain into a mortar with exhausted arms. A cry
Elsie's POVTheo nodded, his expression turning grim. "He brought a message for the Alpha and the Gamma. It's about war, Elsie. A real war.""War?" I repeated."Come on," Theo said, already turning back toward the village. "We need to hear exactly what he says."We ran, sprinting through the trees.







