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?"

my legs gave away, and I fell on the

was when I realized my

walk toward me

weird, and so

the current

Warren

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

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

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

tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but the rope was

drummed in my chest.I felt my shirt stick to my

small movement made me breathless.I bit my tongue

seemed to gnaw my

like a

Someone had drugged me.

no control over my

spine, and I frantically moved my hands

began to race as I tried to figure out what was going

have been drugged

behind all this had plotted

The thought frightened me.

looked up and saw Warren

"Warren, calm down!"