His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

The Abandoned Lycan Queen Novel 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 some like Glenda."

Bryson's eyes widened, and that's when I realized that I had failed to hide the venom in my voice.

at me for a long time as if reading me through my eyes and processing everything into his pee sted head before he

shaking hands, he tightened his hold on the knob

patience, I commanded, "Go in, Bryson.

would believe any of my words if I replied to him frankly. He already heard all of the answers

seemed to contemplate for a while before straightening up and tensing up. Desperation crept into his face as he replied,

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

lips immediately pursed in anger. Sulking, he clenched his hands and sharply demanded, "Just

raised both my hands in mocking surrender. Gesturing toward the door, I ushered, "Fine. Let's get this over

I couldn't express the

just one step inside, he had already stopped. I was wondering why, but before I could push completely open and look inside,

and shocked by what he must have witnessed, Bryson involuntarily

state Glenda was in, surrounded by

Chapter 77

from the loss of blood and countless

at her blankly, eyes wandering from

at her forehead, which had anarking on it. By the swelling, I'd say it's newly made and won't heal, as

mouthed upon recognizing the