▪️WEREWOLF ROMANCE▪️
"Would you rather I chain you to a post and have you sleep on the ground outside?" Edric raised a brow.
His response caught me off guard and I stammered, "W-what? No... I-"
"It can be arranged," the Lycan King scowled.
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"Begin!" Odun shouted, signalling the start of the challenge.
Hasso and I looked at each other, while the other humans eagerly cheered us on, shouting down from the platform.
My hands held my weapons firmly while I focused myself. I could hear Berengar's words in the back of my mind, loud and clear, reminding me that it only required one effective hit to bring down an opponent.
He had also taught me how to anticipate an attack while using my lighter weight against a bigger opponent. As a result of this training, my reflexes were impressive, at least by human standards. I had been hit by Berengar many times, and since Hasso was human, I knew that even if he managed to strike at me, my body would be able to take the blow.
As Hasso charged towards me, I narrowed my eyes and waited, my feet grounding themselves. I could hear some people yelling at me, confused as to why I was not rushing forward as well.
Patience, I silently willed myself.
It was obvious that he was aiming to overpower me, hoping to disrupt my balance as he swung his sword down onto my shield. Without missing a beat, he quickly followed through with another swing that he no doubt hoped would strike my body.
It was more of a gaudy technique, one that would work against a less skilled opponent.
The problem with that, however, was that I was not an amateur. I had been training for years. With a werewolf, and not just any ordinary werewolf.
A Vizra's son at that!
Hasso roared as he brought his sword down and I braced for the impact. The sound of his weapon hitting my shield rang in my ears. Concurrently, my right hand struck out of the side of my shield, purposefully striking the upper left side of his torso, cutting the skin.
I watched his red blood stain my blade.
Had this been a real battle, my sword would have gone through his heart instead.
The atmosphere suddenly got very quiet as everyone seemingly stood in shock at what they had just witnessed. Everything had happened so fast and as I straightened my posture, I wondered if I should have prolonged things, but I figured that I would rather make a statement than try to show off my moves.
My fellow humans would no longer see me as the entitled brat they thought me to be.
With the challenge clearly over, Hasso's rounded eyes held a hint of disbelief as he looked at me. He then frowned while raising his arm to inspect the wound on his torso, and I watched as Beyza stormed towards us, her face red, ready to shout at him.
The female Lycan snarled as she looked at me, and in that moment, I could not help myself.
"I guess he really did need a shield after all," I said civilly.
