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?"

gave away, and I

realized my legs were also

continued to walk toward me without

looked weird,

the current situation made

could react, Warren was already close

blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his usual sober eyes were

is going on?! Let's get out

wrong with him.I felt nervous to see him acting weird, so I

flesh, and blood oozed out, but the rope

my heart drummed in my chest.I felt

tongue and tried not to pant

seemed to gnaw

like a ton

Someone had drugged me.

no control over

and I frantically moved my hands to break free from the

began to race as I tried to figure

must have been drugged as

mastermind behind all this had plotted to make us have

The thought frightened me.

and saw Warren close the distance between

"Warren, calm down!"