Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 318 Missing Companions

Sylvia’s POV:

Flora happily boasted about her contributions for a while before finally getting down to business. c*cking her head to the side slightly, she asked about the others whereabouts.

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“Well, we haven’t run into Warren and Tom yet. As for the rest, I’m sure they ran away from the landslide just now. Otherwise, I don’t know how they’re doing,” I said to Flora seriously. Suddenly, I felt relieved that I had asked Rin to leave before anything bad happened.

As the mudflow below us raged ceaselessly, the wind started whipping at us more and more violently. The branches underneath our feet started to shake, as though they could snap at any second. Fortunately, Rufus had taken me to a thick, sturdy branch. Flora was clinging to a tree trunk, not daring to move.

“Oh, my God! The wind’s too strong! This tree’s about to collapse!”

The wind was howling so loudly that I could barely make out Flora’s voice. As I held onto Rufus’ waist for support, I could feel that the branch we were standing on was about to break as well.

an idea. “Rufus led me to a secure spot then jumped to a tree

jump. I’ll catch you.” Rufus spread his

him with my life, I jumped over without hesitation. Sure enough, he caught me without a hitch. Then, he turned to Flora, gesturing at her to do

too far. I won’t make it!” Flora clutched

here to catch you.” I tried to coax her into listening

slowly got to her feet, trying to pluck up the courage to jump. But

can’t do it! I’ll jump when the

small tree Flora was standing on bent and swayed, as if it was going to be uprooted any second now. Warily

interrupted by Flora’s blood-curdling scream. The tree she was standing on snapped at the base, and the roaring

’’Flora!”

catch her. but Rufus stopped me. He

stuck between two fallen trunks. Fortunately, this meant that she wouldn’t be

I could tell that she was scared out of her wits. After making sure I was safe, Rufus tossed a

for the others. When we reached the fork where the six of us split up, a hand suddenly