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 d, 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 res 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 Deaconmented 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 augh, 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 zing 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 shed it through the air, letting everyone hear its monstrous sound of impact as it shed 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 re 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


    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?


    Gasps rippled through the crowd as the warriors looked at him in shock that reflected the same emotions glinting in Glenda''s eyes.


    "Bryson... You... I... Y-you don''t have to..." Glenda whispered as she stared at Bryson like a love-struck puppy.


    "I won''t let you bear this alone..." he held her by his shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes.


    I cringed and leaned to my side with my eyes still on them, disgustingly whispering to Prince Deacon. "Pathetic. He''s been a coward since we rescued her, and now he''s ying hero? Just right before her first strike?"


    "Redemption, maybe. Or just guilt. Either way, it doesn''t change the past," Prince Deacon uttered before he met the punisher''s eyes and nodded his head.


    After the punisher nodded his head and went back to his position, Prince Deacon shifted his gaze and gestured to the center for Bryson. "By all means." "Bryson, no..."


    "It''s okay. I do-" Bryson didn''t manage to finish his words as the silver whip shed though the air and onto his back, causing a loud shouting from his mouth.


    Glenda''s hands balled into a fist on her side as she watched in horror while the punisher strike Bryson''s back one after another without any side of mercy.