His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen 24 Chapter 24 Deacon's POV There it was again, that bright smile that seemingly reached the sky, those sparkling eyes like stars, and that joyful laugh that could liven up even the crying clouds.

I was breathing heavily as I walked toward Elena, who had Herself carelessly slammed on the ground, back leaning on a post log with one leg stretched out while the other bent with her elbow leaning on it as she drank water from the bottle so carelessly that swater spilled to her face. It seemed intentional, though, as if she was trying to refresh herself from that long, exhausting battle.

"How many did you kill?" she asked excitedly and so casually, as if it were not Rogues we were talking about. Pride rose in my heart. It seemed like it was just a piece of cake for her.

Caressing her cheek after I've wiped her face clean, I praised her for killing hundreds of Rogues, which was probably triple what my average warrior managed to do.

And all that without much collateral on her part.

My eyes wandered on her face, which was still as flawless as it was when she came, only that her hair hid a small cut on her forehead. Being so close to her, I also saw the callouses on her hand, just right in between her thumb and index finger, a sign she'd been training diligently with swords before.

There were sbruises on her ankles and arms, but they were already fading. Though worry had filled my heart to see her battling instead of being in safety, I couldn't help but feel proud of her exceptional skills.

"Of course, I told you, I'm good!" she proudly replied.

I let out a small smile and tapped her head, purposely messing with her tightly tied hair. "Now I see, you are indeed worthy of being an apprentice of Custodes." She tilted her head a bit and proudly stared atas she boasted more, "You should have never doubtedin the first place." I didn't..... I just didn't want you to get hurt...

I stared into her sparkling brown eyes, and something ininstantly jolted as I was pulled back in tto the place where I first saw those mesmerizing eyes.

Becoming the god of war wasn't a natural gift I was born with. It's something I worked hard for. Since I was young, I've been training days and nights to be the best warrior until such tthat my father grantedthe opportunity to be a student of Daco Dooley, Elena's father.

At the age of sixteen, I was exhausted from all the extensive training Daco was giving me. He didn't care that I was a prince; he went all out, showing no mercy, makingthe best among the best.

Bruises were all over my body, and exhaustion was vivid in my face.

One afternoon, I lay on a tree branch, feeling the fresh air and letting it heal my holistically tired body. I was on the verge of giving up training, but then I suddenly heard this beautiful and joyous laugh, followed by soft footsteps cascading on the grass.

I looked down through the tree leaves to see this warm and bright girl, about twelve years old. She lay down on the grass and lifted her hands to the sky, looking at the clouds through her finger.

Her smile reached her eyes while she hummed a song.

Chapter 24 She looked so happy, like a ray of sunshine.

Con, your brothers are waiting for you!" "Their back?" she immediately stood up and happily ran to the woman who called her. Peaking through, I realized that it was Megan Dooley, the Luna of Ironridge Pack.

So... she's the only daughter of my master, Daco Dooley." I jumped down from the tree, feeling as refreshed as ever. I stared at her retreating figure as she happily skipped steps with her mother, excited to greet her brothers.

That was the first tI saw her... and she still looked like that now.

Seeing her on the ground in her warrior clothes and blood splattered on her clothes, I couldn't believe how many years had passed. I never thought that girl would be this good at fighting.

But despite her skills and the deaths she had in her hands today, her face and eyes remained glowing, just as I. remembered them to be.

I stood up properly and nodded at her, gesturing at her position. "Stand up, don't sit there like a man.

She only smiled atand leaned her head on the log behind her as she looked up at me. Pouting, she complained, "But I'm too tired." Cute...

Couldn't help it. I leaned toward her and subconsciously pinched her cheeks lightly. "Of course, you're tired. You killed a lot today. You should return to your tent and rest instead of staying here in the battleground with blood and dirt."

She only pouted even more, but then I saw how the part where I pinched part where I pinched her started getting red. Hence, I let go even if I wasn't holding her tight.

Sighing, I decided to give her news that I knew would bring life to her. "Set up a team of your own. You'll be part of the frontline from now on." "What?" As expected, she immediately stood up, looking jumpy in excitement.

"Don't makerepeat what I said!" I said indifferently, trying to hide the smile forming on my lips.

"You heard that?" she jumped, turned around, and shouted at her friends who was now standing as well and nodding hteir heads at her.

I watched as she turned around and pulled her two friends to her, who rejoiced by making handshakes, clapping their hands, and cheering.

Watching her brought joy to my heart.

After letting her rejoice for a while, though, I cleared my throat to get her attention.

"Cwith me. I have something to talk to you about," I said, making her stop and look atseriously.