Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia’s POV 

"Sylvia, you got paired up with Warren," Harry said with worry in his eyes.

I nodded, pursing my lips and feeling uneasy.

Even though I was used to people being hostile with me, I couldn’t understand why Warren was being so rude to me when we haven’t even had any interactions in the past.

From afar, he was a silent and well-behaved werewolf compared to the other students.But how come he would act so differently towards me?

"You have to be careful.He might play some dirty tricks on you,"

Harry warned, squinting his eyes.

He then turned to Flora and asked, "Wait, you’re from the same pack, right? What do you know about this guy?"

"I know Warren isn’t the type to play dirty.Back home, he’s mostly an upright guy who doesn’t even like conflict."

Flora frowned in confusion.

"In fact, it was very strange how he acted this morning.I’ve never seen him with that much emotion."

"Well, now I’m more nervous." I looked at the gloomy Warren, who seemed lost in thought.

"Come on, Sylvia.Don’t be nervous.You were able to defeat me! Warren is nothing.I’m pretty sure I can defeat him with just one finger.So can you!"

arrogantly waved his fists in

our pack’s younger generation.He’s just restraining himself here and

rolled her eyes at Harry and then took out some

he was, Harry was

just means your pack is weak.Him? The strongest in your batch? That’s

him one day. Don’t come crying

her

you! I

put his

needs a stronger opponent.Have you seen the small, skinny

casually glanced at the werewolf Harry

was cropped neatly in a crew

eyes seemed too big for his face, which made him

weak to you, but he was ranked seventh.That’s two

Harry, afraid that he would carelessly underestimate his

hand in dismissal, not taking me

be this arrogant, so I knew

fight of the day was between Harry and

jumped onto the stage

his finger at John and crooked

"Come here!"

is a walking peacock!"

no choice