All Chapters of The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elsie's POV I held my breath in the dark and just waited.I waited for the one sharp, crushing bite that would inevitably end my life. But the nightmarish tearing of flesh never came. Instead, there was only the sound of heavy, ragged breathing vibrating through the chest pressed against my back, followed by a thick, suffocating silence.The weight of the creature was immense, pinning me flat into the dirt. Recovering my senses slightly, I tried to twist my torso and extricate myself from the attacking beast. The moment I shifted, the monster let out a low growl that sounded sort of petulant, and then it let out that strange, high-pitched whine again.It didn't seem to want to rip my throat out, but it also didn't want to let me go.Using what little leverage I could find in the dirt, I still managed to slowly push myself up on my elbows. I desperately wanted to look and know what kind of nightmare I was dealing with. But before I could fully sit up, the wind shifted direction. That

Elsie's POV For hours, we just sat there on the damp grass and watched the moon climb across the dark sky. The silence between us was actually comfortable. Just as I was starting to feel terribly sleepy, my head nodding slightly, I noticed a sudden change in his posture. I watched as the Lycan King’s white beast began the agonizing process of shifting back to human skin.He stumbled away into the darker shadows of the trees, probably not at all comfortable with letting me witness the vulnerability of the reverse change. I remained exactly where I was on the ground, deciding it was much wiser not to push him too hard or invade his privacy. Some muffled groans and wet, breaking bone sounds echoed from the thicket a moment later. When he finally emerged from the treeline, he was still wearing those elastic shorts, but he was human again.I quickly averted my eyes from his bare chest and broad shoulders before he could catch me staring in a way that was highly unusual for one man to loo

Elsie's POV I stood at the front of the clearing, my heart beating fast as I addressed the crowded lines of recruits. A low, persistent murmuring broke out among some of the men in the back rows, their voices blending into an annoying hum. I couldn't imagine what they were saying about me, but I honestly didn't have it in me to call them to order. As long as they weren't disrupting things or walking away, I decided to let it slide. I took a deep breath, consciously amplifying my voice much more so the sound could be heard clearly through the fabric of my mask. I also didn't forget to deepen my pitch, forcing the masculine Elias persona into every word."Listen up!" I called out, projecting across the dirt. "We are team four, and we would be going up against team three. We don't know the kind of men they have over there, or the skills they might be facing off against us with. But if we work together as a team, we will do well."I paused, looking at the stone-faced warriors. "We don'

Elsie's POV Commander Hunter, Dane, the head healer, and the now crying girl all shuffled out of the tent in a tense, hurried silence, leaving the space completely quiet. The leather flaps settled back into place, sealing the two of us inside.The Lycan King sat at his desk for a long moment before he spoke. "Come here."I took a deep breath, trying with everything in me to pull my shattered emotions together. I didn't want to look like my entire world had just crashed down around me. I turned around, walked closer to his large desk, and kept my eyes fixed firmly on the floor."Let me see your hands," he said softly.I slowly stretched my arms out across the dark wood, palms facing up. He leaned forward, his green eyes examining the multiple bleeding cuts and the slow, sluggish way my skin was trying to knit itself back together. He didn't touch me though, keeping a strict distance, but his gaze was intense.Then, he looked up, locking his eyes onto mine above my mask. "Are the cuts

Elsie’s POV That was actually great for us. It meant I would be able to watch a full match and study the dynamics before we needed to play our own round. I spotted Tate down on the field with team one; he was wearing a white cloth headband around his forehead. Some of the men out there were shirtless, probably to avoid being grabbed, while some were fully dressed. I guess it was entirely up to personal preference. They were all wearing their colored headbands, though, to keep the teams clear.Team one took the left side of the field while team two took the right side. I counted how many men each side had on the field, and it was eight players.I looked back around at the men sitting in my own section, a feeling of guilt lancing through me. I realized then that I didn't really know these men or their strengths at all. What a fantastic leader I was. The very first thing I should have done was a proper team introduction. Anyways, it was far too late for regrets now; we would just hav