Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia's POV: 

I looked around and saw all kinds of things stuffed in the old equipment room.The doors and windows were sealed.It was winter, but I still felt stuffy.I tried wriggling out of the rope, but it was secured tightly around my wrists.I struggled up to my feet and leaned against the wooden frame behind me.

My head began to spin, and I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my palm.It felt weird.I couldn't tell why I was sweating.

"Warren, help me!" I shouted.

However, he didn't respond and didn't bother to even look at me.

His eyes looked gloomy — as if he were lost in thought.

Blood continued to drip from the horrifying wound on his head.

All of a sudden, Warren smashed the iron door with his fists.

The door vibrated, letting out a loud buzz that sounded like a tragic warning.

"Warren?" His sudden reaction startled me.

Before I could figure out what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but steadily.

I glanced at his wound and saw that blood was still oozing out.It looked like a serious injury.

"Does your wound hurt? What the hell happened? Who hurt you?"

legs gave away,

realized my legs

to walk toward me without saying

weird,

the current situation made

react, Warren was already close

stand out on his bare

What the hell is going on?! Let's get out of this

that something was wrong with him.I felt nervous to see him acting weird, so I had to find a way to save myself.I

blood oozed

with anxiety, and my heart drummed in my chest.I felt my shirt

small movement made me breathless.I bit my tongue and tried not to pant

to

hit me like a ton

Someone had drugged me.

no control over my body

spine, and I frantically moved my hands to break free from

I tried to figure out what was

must have been drugged as

behind all this had plotted to make

The thought frightened me.

up and saw Warren close the distance between

"Warren, calm down!"