All Chapters of The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Elsie's POV The warriors gathered swiftly in the central clearing, though several looked as if they had just been roused from a deep sleep. Commander Hunter and Commander Buntus, took charge of the selection, dividing the force and pointing out warriors to assemble the two hundred who would march.Outside, the heavy snowfall had finally reduced to light, scattered flakes floating through the freezing air.I was chosen to follow Commander Buntus and help command a flank unit. Even now, I still hadn't seen the King anywhere in the clearing. This air of mysteriousness he had suddenly chosen to take on was just baffling to me.Commander Buntus and Commander Hunter were leading the entire operation. Commander Jasper was already out ahead of us in the forest, keeping eyes on the advancing rogues and broadcasting live updates through the mindlink."Move out, keep your eyes peeled," Commander Buntus ordered, raising a hand.We filed out of the camp in tight formation, moving silently through

Elsie's POV I stopped where I was on the snowy path, and the old healer reached me, holding out a covered cup. I collected it with a confused look, removing the lid to peer inside. I lifted it to my nose and found that it was the same weirdly nice- tasting drink she had given me back at the Hold. "Thank you," I said, tilting my head, "but why are you giving me this again?" The healer smiled gently. "You almost died a while back, young female, so this is just to replenish your strength." I rolled my eyes. "That reason is getting really old. What is the real reason?" The healer let out a soft laugh. "Be as suspicious as you want, but that is truly all there is to it." I took a slow sip, drinking it down to the halfway mark while my face wrinkled up slightly at the unusual, earthy taste. The healer watched me closely. "So... what does it taste like to you?" I narrowed my eyes at the woman, setting the lid back on top. "Even more suspicious is how you are constantly asking me wha

Elsie's POV I followed behind Quinn, matching his long, urgent strides as we pushed further into the dense trees. Eventually, we reached a wide clearing that seemed to have been cleared out and prepared in advance. Large wooden stakes were driven into the ground, and a small shelter stood tucked under an overhang of rock.Seeing the wondering look on my face, Quinn turned slightly. "I had it set before we came out here, in case we are still in the heat of war during the full moon."I nodded my head multiple times, scanning the perimeter. "Seems comfortable enough."I turned back to face him, gesturing with my hand for him to go ahead.Quinn stared at me. "Are you just going to look at me?""What else?" I asked.He cleared his throat. "At least turn away until the change is complete."I wanted to fight him on this too, but I figured I should take baby steps with him. I angled my body away from him and crossed my arms over my chest.In the very next moment, as if the Lycan was so done

Elsie's POV The war horn sounded across the camp, its deep echo signaling the start of our march. The assembled warriors immediately began filing into formation, a disciplined force consisting of almost every warrior in the camp. Only a small group stayed behind to guard our supplies and secure the camp.A Commander was left in charge of them, much like how Dane had been left behind at the Iron Hold to oversee the keep until our return.At the very front of the marching column, the King sat atop a big black warhorse. He was dressed in full, gleaming armor and held a long iron spear resting against his side. Nobody in the entire Hold came close to his domineering presence. Having the King marching with us seemed to boost the warriors' morale, their faces set with newfound confidence for the fight ahead.I rode on a horse further back, positioned behind the Commanders alongside Harding. The King didn't call me up to ride by his side, and I didn't say anything about it either, assuming

Elsie’s POV Tate and I hit the incoming wave of rogues with everything we had.My twin blades flashed in the dim light, catching the weak, gray reflection of the snow as I dodged a snap from a scarred rogue. Instead of going straight for lethal strikes, Tate and I stuck strictly to the exhaust tactic first. I danced around their wild, uncoordinated attacks, slicing their legs and flanks just enough to draw blood and force them to move, letting their unnatural energy burn out. Tate used his bulk to throw them off balance, knocking them into trees and forcing them to tire themselves out.Once their movements grew sluggish and heavy, we moved in for the finish. I spun low, driving my left blade straight into a rogue’s ribs while my right blade swept up to open its throat. Beside me, Tate snapped the neck of another with a sickening crunch.Suddenly, the cold air hissed. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the metallic gleam of a sword slicing toward my neck.I ducked quickly, droppin