All Chapters of The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elsie's POVA hand with wicked-looking claws sliced through the air toward me. I felt the rush of wind against my skin and only ducked at the last second. I could have moved sooner, but I loved the thrill of the danger. It made my blood hum.Staying low, I swiped my short wooden sticks, the ones I used to mimic my twin-fang blades, and delivered a series of rapid hits to my opponent's torso. Each strike landed with a satisfying thwack against muscle.Theo fell to his knees with a groan, clutching his ribs. "How do you pack so much strength into that small body?" he wheezed, looking up at me with a mix of pride and pain.I gave him a playful wink and tucked the sticks into my belt. "It’s a secret, brother."I reached out and grabbed his hand, helping him back to his feet. Theo was my immediate older brother, and out of all my siblings, he was the only one brave—or foolish—enough to spar with me in secret. He brushed the dirt off his trousers and looked at the sky. The orange and purple

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. The square was suffocating because of the sheer number of people packed into the center of the village. At the front, near the raised wooden platform, stood the Alpha and a man I had never seen before. He looked rough, his skin weathered by travel and his eyes hard like flint. This must be the messenger from the Iron Hold.The Alpha climbed the platform, his expression more serious than I had ever seen it. He unrolled a thick piece of parchment and cleared his throat. The village went silent, the kind of silence that makes your ears ring."By order of Quinn Bosevell, the Lycan King," the Alpha read, his voice echoing off the surrounding houses. "Darkness gathers at our borders, and the pea

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 laughter that shook his entire frame. The other men in the tent joined in immediately. They were booing and jeering rancorously, slapping their knees and trading elbow nudges as if this was the most entertaining story they had ever heard.Another voice rang out above the din. It belonged to a lanky man with a mean face. "There was this one I was pretty sure was a virgin," he bragged, leaning forward. "Or at least not properly broken into. My dick got to be too much for her and she tried to get away, but I held her in place so she’d have to take all of it."He laughed too, a twisted, ugly sound.The roars of approval boomed loudly, filling the cramped space. I wanted to puke. I looked down at m

Elsie's POV I had barely closed my eyes, or so it felt, when a horn blasted through the camp. The sound was loud enough to pierce a skull. It was the crack of dawn, the sky still a bruised purple, and my tent-mates were already scrambling to their feet with groans and curses. I didn't waste a second. I pulled on my boots and adjusted my chest binds under my tunic, making sure my mask was secure. We were marched out into a wide, dusty clearing. It appeared the warriors had been divided into smaller batches, probably to make us easier to manage. My group was small, maybe forty men in total. A massive man stood at the front of our line. He was built like a brick wall, his skin scarred and his eyes sharp. He stepped forward and cleared his throat, his voice booming without even trying. "I am Commander Hunter," he announced, his hands clasped behind his back. "Most of you are here because your Alphas were told to send their best. But looking at some of you, I think your Alphas might

Elsie's POV We stood in our designated clearing as the late afternoon sun began to drop behind the mountains. It was a relief that the magic of the moon goddess ensured our clothes remained intact when we shifted back to human from wolf. It meant we didn't need to strip and get completely naked in front of each other before or after a run. For me, that was a great blessing. Since I was posing as a young male wolf, my small size would not be surprising to anyone. Young he-wolves who hadn't filled out yet were often lean.Commander Hunter stood before our batch, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He didn't look like a man who spent much time smiling."Listen up," Commander Hunter barked, his voice echoing off the nearby trees. "This evening is about speed, coordination, and team dynamics. You are going to run to the old watchtower at the northern ridge and back. There are hurdles and obstacles along the trail designed to test your reflexes. You will not be running alone. You are to