His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Elena’s POV

I was awakened by the sunlight shining on my face. Stirring awake on my seat, I shifted and stretched out my lips, but then I felt something fall on my lap. Looking down, a smile instantly formed on my lips as I saw the maroon cape of Prince Deacon draped on me.

Holding it close, I looked around and found my warriors busy doing their own thing. But what put me in an awkward situation was the teasing glint in Maise and Saige’s eyes while they stared at me with knowing eyes.

Clearing my throat, I groggily asked, “Where’s Prince Deacon?”

“Miss him already?” Saige teased, moving her brows in a wave.

Narrowing my eyes, I hissed, “Shut up.”

Maise, on the other hand, let out a small laugh but did answer properly. “He left before sunrise. He just said that we all should stay put and wait.”

Shrugging, she added, “Aside from that, he didn’t say anything more.”

I frown in disappointment. Why be so secretive?

Sighing, I stood up and brushed off all the dust and dirt from my clothes before properly folding Prince Deacon’s

cape.

I had just placed it on the table when heavy footsteps and the rushed sound of the tent’s door opening took everyone’s attention.

My eyes instantly rolled at that, knowing who it was already without even turning to look.

“Elena, this has gone on long enough. I can’t wait anymore. I’m taking my people and going after Glenda.” Bryson rushed in, spelling sharply as he outrightly demanded.

I turned around to face him. Leaning on the table, I tilted my head and stared at him as if he had just grown another head on his neck.

“You can’t stop me,” he repeated.

That caused me to let out a mocking laugh before turning to a serious facial expression. Folding my arms over my shoulders, I shrugged and coldly replied, “Who’s stopping you? Go… You’re not under my command.”

He looked at me in disbelief.

I wanted to laugh when I saw his fisted hands on either side of his body and his flaring nostrils. He was really trying so hard to suppress his out–of–place anger.

Cleaning his jaws and pursing his lips, he asked, “That’s it? You’re just going to let me walk into enemy territory, knowing we’re outnumbered?”

Oh, so you know? That makes you even more stupid, then.

Shrugging, I nonchalantly replied, “You know what you are going into. Your decisions aren’t my responsibility.”

His brows furrowed, and his lips turned into a thin line as he took an angry step toward me. Looking at me disgustedly, he asked, “How can you be so cold–blooded? You know what we’re up against. Glenda might not survive much longer if we just let her be!”

Prince Deacon told us to wait, and that’s what I’d do. Though he might not tell me every detail, I trust him and his

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capabilities enough to follow him, knowing he had his reasons blindly.

Shrugging, I merely replied, “And you might not either. But that’s not my problem.”

A smirk instantly formed on my lips when I saw his fist shake in anger as he maintained his composure.

He stared at me for a little while, taking a couple of deep breaths before closing his eyes. After he opened them again, his demeanor looked more gentle,

Opening his lips, his voice became gentler as he helplessly and hopefully begged, “Elena… please. I’ll admit I was wrong before, and I know my begging probably bears no weight for you. Please, you can punish me however you want, but we’ve been sitting here all day!”