NovelEnglishThe Abandoned Lycan Queen 77 Chapter 77 Elena's POV I stared at Bryson as images of the desh bodies of faut pasted fires and le times Socffing, I thought, "How could 17 Because both James and I lost the people we love dye to inte He knew as I do that death wasn't a real punishment for the people whs sinned on gravely like Glenda f unlike me, who goes by the rules and respects the roles, one like James, Fame, both a tooth, and an eye for an eye." Just like what happened to Kurt, he probably wanted to break Glenda. He wanted to strip her of her dipity and reputation and force her to the edge until she decided to commit suicide just as how she profied at this ser death.
Instead of explaining it to him, I've chosen to reply. He wants her broken. That's worse than death for slike Glenda." Bryson's eyes widened, and that's when I realized that I had failed to hide the venom in my voice.
He stared atfor a long tas if readingthrough my eyes and processing everything into his pee sted head before he hesitantly and fearfully asked, "And.... y-your family? Your pack? Was it her? Was she behind?" With shaking hands, he tightened his hold on the knob and stared at the door with doubtful eyes Running out of patience, I commanded, "Go in, Bryson. Ask her." Besides, it's not like he would believe any of my words if I replied to him frankly. He already heard all of the answers earlier and still tried to deny the truth.
He seemed to contemplate for a while before straightening up and tensing up. Desperation crept into his face as he replied, "James' words.... they can't all be trusted. I need you to cin with me." I could only let out a dry laugh upon hearing his reply. He's obviously in denial. Standing property, I put my hand in my pocket and walked beside him. "Why? Are you afraid to face the truth alone? Or worried that Glenda will blyou for leadinghere?" His lips immediately pursed in anger. Sulking, he clenched his hands and sharply demanded, "Just cwith 105, Elena." Smirking and shaking my head, I raised both my hands in mocking surrender. Gesturing toward the door, I ushered, "Fine. Let's get this over with." The second Bryson turned on the knob and opened the door I couldn't express the relief I felt as the torture of waiting finally cto an end.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, just one step inside, he had already stopped. I was wondering why, but before I could push completely open and look inside, the sickening scent of a mixture of fresh and dried blood with vomit, swear, pee, dust, and dirt inside reached my nose.
Feeling weak and shocked by what he must have witnessed, Bryson involuntarily let go of the door, which opened widely.
I looked around and saw the severe state Glenda was in, surrounded by sof her warriors who had fallen and Chapter 77 died from the loss of blood and countless wounds.
Stepping forward, I stared at her blankly, eyes wandering from her head down to her toes.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at her forehead, which had anarking on it. By the swelling, I'd say it's newly made and won't heal, as it's probably done with silver.
"Sicarius..." I mouthed upon recognizing the familiar words.
James really outdid himself.
It's been an ancient time,g but werewolves used to engrave our learnings and history in Latin in Latin They said it was the language of the gods and goddesses... Though it wasn't used anymore, most of us could still recognize swords, especially words such as "Sicarius" meaning Murderer. Now, no matter where she goes, everyone will know what she did unless she covers her forehead.
Now, I realized. James could be really cruel. He just branded Glenda for the rest of her life.
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Glenda raised her head with difficulty and stretched her arms while still lying flat on her stomach of the ground, looking up at Bryson. With her eyes closed, she called out, "Bryson... Is that you?" She started blinking her eyes and adjusting her vision when Bryson finally jolted back to reality.
"Glenda... what did they do to you?" His voice broke as he ran toward her and held her in his arms like a fragile vase, which she might be right now.
I kept my distance and stood by the door, waiting for them.
Finally, Glenda managed to see I properly and shifted her gaze landing on me. I merely gave her a blank look, but as I expected, she wouldn't like my presence. Despite feeling weak, she angrily looked at Bryson and complained in a hoarse voice, "Bryson... you... you brought her here?" Chapter 78
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