His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

he Abandoned Lycan Queen 39 Chapter 39 Chapter 39 +25 BCAUS Elena's POV My gaze froze as my eyes started to grow red, but as I felt my heart clenching with pain and grief, I saw the slight grin that was about to form on Glenda's lips.

Not wanting her to feel any sense of satisfaction, I clenched my fist tightly and helped myself stay calm despite the overwhelming ounce of fury and grievance resurfacing in my heart. Thankfully, Prince Deacon gavea glance of worry, which keptstraight upon seeing the comfort in his eyes.

I could feel the heavy weight as everyone's gaze fell on me, waiting for my explanation. Taking a deep breath, I held my head high, calmed myself, and kept my breathing steady.

Once the storm indispersed, I uttered in an unwavering voice, "The rogues that my father and brothers fought here... They didn't just claim territories. They went back and..... massacred my entire family, my pack... everyone." Though I had to take a pause now and then as flashes of their dead bodies flashed in my mind, I ensured that my voice would remain stern.

As expected, the room was filled with dead silence, and even our breathing sounded deafening.

I looked around and found that every warrior in the room was left speechless and too stunned to move.

Slowly, I looked at Prince Deacon and found him looking almost the same. The difference was that he was staring atas if he were readinglike an open book and trying to see through all my pains and suffering.

"So, speak up! Why didn't you tell everyone about this when you chere?" Glenda broke the silence and scoffed with blin her eyes. "It's just so convenient, right? What? Trying to use this as your card when you're cornered?" I gritted in anger as she was getting more and more overbearing. I couldn't believe a General like her would be so disrespectful and discourteous.

"Enough, Glenda! You better keep your mouth zip before I completely lose my patience with you!" It turned out that I wasn't the only one, as Prince Deacon also snapped. "Keep away from her!" Woken up by the commotion, Uncle Harold woke up from his stun and approached me. In the process, he ruthlessly pushed Glenda to the side so hard that she stumbled back before he went to my side and comfortingly wrapped an arm around my shoulder while pullingto lean on him like a father would do.

I looked up at him but was dumbfounded when I saw his red and glistening eyes.

"I failed your parents... I should have been there to protect their last child from such betrayal." My heart wavered when I heard his voice tremble.

I swallowed hard as tears formed in my eyes. It's been a long tsince I found a parent figure who cared so much about me.

rm smile Feeling the warmth of his words and arms, I raised my hand and tapped his shoulder, giving him and assuring him, "I'm okay, Uncle. Their memories and teachings were engraved in my heart; a. ose keptgoing." When his eyes shook, I tiptoed and whispered, "It's true. I'm okay." Pride flashed in his eyes as he pulled away fromand discreetly wiped a tear from the corner of his eyes. He let 1/2 Chapter 39 out a smile and nodded at me. "Good! Your parents will be very proud to have a kind and strong child like you." "Ugh! Are we really doing this? Con, you're not in a fucking !" Glenda's sound of fake vomit took our attention as she commented with disgust.

I sent her a glare, as did most of the warriors in the room. I was ready to fight her but was silent when Prince Deacon's Lycan voice once again boomed inside the tent.

His blazing eyes were focused on Bryson, asking, "How many warriors did you bring?" Bryson jolted and stood properly as he bowed to Prince Deacon, replying, "We brought a battalion with us, composed of my troops and Glenda's, totaling 400 warriors" Narrowing my eyes, I watched their exchange while wondering what Prince Deacon was talking about when he suddenly asked such a thing in the middle of the topic about my parents.

He nodded his head and surprisingly let out a praise. "Good" A smile crept on Bryson's face but vanished as fast as it was formed when Prince Deacon suddenly turned around to face me, commanding, "From now on, you will lead those warriors, Elena." My eyes widened like a saucer from the sudden turn of events while Bryson and Glenda let out a noticeable gasp.

I looked around, but the other warriors were simply nodding their heads and supporting Prince Deacon's command, everyone but the two shrews in front of me.

"What right does she have? She's not even a warrior!" Glenda protested.

As soon as she said those, snickers filled the room. Prince Deacon raised his brow and smirked, "Oh, yeah, Well, this woman you pertain not to be a warrior just killed hundreds of Rogues while your troops are taking your tin coming here for aid." His voice was calm, but the coldness in his tone was so evident that it brought us chills even when the words were not directed at us.

"I don't believe it!" She senta glare and pointed a finger atas she accused me, "Are power and tittes now being handed out like a piece of paper because of a family background and no longer because of skills?" My eyes narrowed as I tilted my head and stared at her dumbfoundedly. Was she that bold or reckless that she'd question even a Prince...

Prince Deacon took a step forward and murderously leaned forward to Glenda as he spoke in @menacing voice: "Who would dare cinto my camp without skills, Glenda? Or are you questioning my decisions and insights?"