Alle Kapitel von The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

Elsie’s POV Five men were quickly chosen from the eager ranks of the new warriors, of which Gerald was surprisingly among. From my vantage point on the wooden benches, I could clearly see Commander Jasper pulling the six selected brawlers into a tight, hushed circle, whispering some final instructions to them. After some seconds of intense nodding, the men dispersed and eagerly entered the chalked boundaries of the circle. Some of the warriors aggressively took their shirts off, tossing them into the dirt before getting into low, defensive fighting stances, their teeth bared in anticipation. Logan stepped up to the edge of the line and blew his whistle. Immediately, two of the men went straight for Gerald at the exact same time. They must have had it out for him prior to now. Gerald was ready for the double team, though; he planted his feet firmly into the dirt and forcefully shook them off with a rough grunt. It quickly devolved into a serious, brutal brawl with bodies being thr

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 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 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

Elsie's POV I walked back to the small side tent, my legs feeling drained with every step I took. Even my wolf was quiet and just mellow, subdued by the lingering hurt from the King’s dismissal.When I pulled back the canvas and stepped inside, I saw Liliana casually lounging on her bed. I ignored her, heading over to my side of the small tent.Liliana let out a long whistle, leaning back against her wooden frame. "Well, it's finally out now, isn't it?"I remained silent, keeping my back turned to her. I went about quietly arranging my scattered stuff on my cot. Since my truth was out anyway, I also set about making appropriate, far more comfortable wrappings for my chest. There was no point in punishing my breasts any further with the tight, painful bindings I had worn for weeks.I could feel Liliana’s eyes tracking my every movement from across the room. I eventually turned to look at her tiredly, wiping sweat from my forehead."Do you really think he doesn't know that the pup you