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?"

standing up, but my legs gave away, and

when I realized my legs were

toward

looked weird,

about the current situation made

I could react, Warren was

I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his

you okay? Say something! What the hell is going on?! Let's get out of

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

and blood oozed out, but

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

tongue and tried not

to gnaw my

hit me like a ton of

Someone had drugged me.

no control

shiver ran down my spine, and I frantically moved my

my brain began to race as I

been drugged as

all this had plotted

The thought frightened me.

looked up and saw Warren close the distance

"Warren, calm down!"