His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 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 some water 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 some bruises 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."

proudly stared at me as she boasted more, “You should have never doubted me in the first

didn't want you to get

in me instantly jolted as I was pulled back in time to the place where I first saw

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

was exhausted from all the extensive training Daco was giving me. He didn't care that I was

body, and exhaustion was vivid

fresh air and letting it heal my holistically tired body. I was on the verge of giving up

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

her eyes while she

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so happy, like

on, your brothers are waiting

and happily ran to the woman who called her. Peaking through, I realized that it was Megan Dooley,

she's the only daughter of my

jumped down from the tree, feeling as refreshed as

with her mother, excited to greet

her... and she still

her warrior clothes and blood splattered on her clothes, I couldn't believe how many

in her hands today, her face and

properly and nodded at her, gesturing at her position.