Lyla

Lyla POV:

Punch after punch, kick after kick, I tried to land on Prince Samuel's body. But he effortlessly dodged each one after I had gutted him in the stomach. It was like he took that hit as a challenge. Which I guess was fair to think, since I took him by surprise before he asked to start. The smirk on his face every time I missed a hit made me want to bash his beautiful face in the tree. Okay, maybe not, he was too handsome for that, plus not like I had the strength to, but damn oh damn did I want to right about now with that ever growing smirk.

Back home, I easily put people in their places, but I looked like a newborn pup trying to walk right now! Yeah, I didn't expect to beat both the princes, they were damn princes, the elite of the elite, but I wanted at least one hit in. How would I prove worthy to them of being in the royal army if I couldn't even do the most straightforward task of landing a punch? Plus, the she-wolves throwing daggers through their eyes at me was also a