His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

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Elena’s POV

Letting out a deep sigh and grabbing the coat from the hook near the fabric door of my tent, I wore it and stretched my shoulders as I looked outside and uttered with pursed lips. “Let’s get this over with.”

With my head held high and hands in my pocket, I ventured to the disciplinary grounds calmly.

A few feet away from the centre grounds, I could already see the swarm of warriors crowding around the centre area of the disciplinary grounds. No one was saying anything, but everyone’s attention was in front, mixed with emotions.

Some looked glad, some appeared nosy, and the others were merely curious.

. I pushed my way through the crowd until I reached in front and saw Glenda standing defiantly in front as if she was the one who had been wronged.

She still managed to put her head up and straighten his back with arrogance. Her eyes were sending glares to the warriors who were looking at her with judgement in their eyes, and her lips were pursed into thin lines.

“You’re here,” Prince Deacon commented as he gestured for me to stand beside him.

Nodding my head, I approached him and discretely replied in a sarcastic manner, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Prince Deacon hid a laugh, making me let out a small smile for myself.

“Come on, what are you waiting for? Isn’t this what you want? You must be rejoicing now!” Glenda threw word after word at me without hesitation, fire blazing in her eyes

My smile instantly vanished as I stared at her with dead eyes. “You’re merely reaping what you sow, Glenda. Don’t go pointing fingers now.”

“Seems not even a punishment can make you repent.” The disappointment in Prince Deacon’s voice was so evident that the tension in the air tripled in an instant, and Glenda shut her mouth off.

Raising his hand, Prince Deacon gestured to the punisher.

He’s a bulky warrior, wearing the old warrior clothes of werewolves as part of the punishment ritual. Basically, he’s topless with a heavy metal skirt–like armor around his waist and a bond on his biceps.

Taking heavy and strong steps forward, he firmly grabbed the silver whip from the table without hesitation and slashed it through the air, letting everyone hear its monstrous sound of impact as it slashed into the empty space.

Almost everyone let out a gasp of shock at the punisher’s raw strength, adding the fact that the whip was made of silver and had thorns on it.

“Let’s begin,” Prince Deacon uttered as he sat down on his seat. Gestured by his eyes, I swallowed my awkwardness and sat down on the chair beside him as if I were his right hand.

Since no one paid attention to it or read its meaning, I just didn’t mind it either.

Glenda pursed her lips in expectation but didn’t waver in fear. Instead, she even had the guts to send a glare in the punisher’s direction. “Come on. Let’s end this.”

The punisher raised his arm and was ready to strike when a voice boomed. “Wait!”

Everyone’s eyes shifted to the source of the voice while the punisher’s hand that h,awhich in the air slowly, fell

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Chapter 87

down on his side and he, looked around in confusion.

“I’ll take the punishment for her,” Bryson walked in front and stood beside Glenda.

My eyes narrowed at him. I could see his eyes shaking, but he was trying to act strong, making me hide a grin in the corner of my lips.

What was he on now?