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

I realized my legs were

to walk toward me

place looked weird, and so

about the current situation

Warren

blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his usual

okay? Say something! What the hell is going on?! Let's

wrong with him.I felt nervous to see him acting weird, so I had to find a way to save myself.I twisted my wrists to loosen the

and blood oozed out, but

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

breathless.I bit my tongue and tried not to pant loudly like

emptiness seemed to

hit me like a ton of

Someone had drugged me.

had no control over my

spine, and I frantically

as I tried to figure

been drugged

mastermind behind all this had

The thought frightened me.

saw Warren close

"Warren, calm down!"