Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia's POV:

 Amused, I didn't know whether to burst into tears or laughter.

Rin and Rufus had never liked each other, ever since the first time they met.It seemed the two still hadn't reconciled.

"Rufus looks mean, but you'll know how good a man he is as time goes by," I said gently, rubbing Rin's head comfortingly.

Rin whined and withdrew its head, as if it begged to differ.

Thinking for a while, I pulled out the whistle Rufus had given to me from under my collar.

"Look.Rufus made this whistle for me so that I could meet you whenever I wanted."

Rin's beady eyes glanced at the carefully carved whistle in my hand.

Without saying anything, it swung its big tail to the ground.

I knew it was its way of telling me that its attitude was softening towards Rufus, so I added, "Rin, Rufus is my mate.If you can't accept him, I'll be very, very sad."

I pretended to be sad and wiped imaginary tears from my eyes.

"Just look at him! He looks so pitiful.If I just leave him here, he'll be eaten by a wild beast.And If he dies, I can't keep on living in this world."

Rin lowered its head and whined anxiously, as though to reassure me that it understood where I was coming from.

"So let's take Rufus with us, okay? Don't make me leave him here."

I buried my face in my hands, pretending to be sad, peeking at Rin from between my fingers.

its head to look at Rufus, as though it

rubbed its nose against the back of my hand, as if to say

to ask a little favor

can't carry Rufus anymore.Can

out a high-pitched whine and

took a step

this, I thought it had

Rufus up, Rin raised its front paw and stepped on Rufus’

it raised its head and

wolf suddenly ran towards

for a long time before finally, the

sideway glance then raised its

head with a wry smile as I hoisted Rufus onto the back of the brown

he was secure, Rin led us through the forest until we reached the mouth of

small lake near the

to turn off my phone to prevent being tracked.Then I went to the lake and gathered some water on a lotus

in a coma.I carefully made him

shirt off and ripped it into small shreds to use as rags

chin had

blood caked around the

purple bruise on his forehead, as well as other wounds

down next to

turned to look at

with its forepaws, as if it couldn't

touched its head then continued to deal

though it had grown bored.I carefully cleaned the blood off