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 fell

I realized my legs were

to walk toward

looked weird, and so

about the current situation made me

could react, Warren was already close to

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

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

that something was wrong with him.I felt nervous to see him acting weird, so I had

my flesh, and blood oozed

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

movement made me breathless.I bit my tongue and

seemed to gnaw

like a

Someone had drugged me.

control over my

ran down my spine, and I frantically moved my hands

I tried

must have been drugged

had plotted to make us have

The thought frightened me.

Warren close the distance between

"Warren, calm down!"