Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 330: The Man Off The Cliff

Warren’s POV;

Lying half dead at the bottom of the steep cliff, I felt as though every single bone in my b*ody was broken and I couldn’t move a muscle. The cruel rain kept pouring, draining any semblance of warmth from my b*ody. Blood also flowed steadily out of my b*ody, slowly taking my life with it. My b*ody had gone cold yet at the same time, I felt excruciating pain everywhere. As time passed, I found it more and more difficult to breathe.

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As I fell from the edge of the cliff, I thought I would d*ie instantly, but my spiritual sense kept me alive. My wolf, Salt, was sobbing uncontrollably. It was my first time to see him so sad. He must’ve been in as much pain as me.

“I’m sorry, Salt.” My heart sank. I didn’t know how to comfort him. My apology seemed to make Salt feel even worse. “It’s not your fault,” he wept. “It’s mine.”

“Don’t blame yourself. This was probably meant to happen,” I said softly.

Salt’s b*ody to withstand the blow. If I hadn’t hit a tree halfway to buffer my fall, I might’ve d*ied upon impact. Now, there was nothing I could do but

every second that passed, I felt my consciousness slipping away, and Salt’s voice gradually grew

wouldn’t get in her way anymore. While I didn’t regret the fact that I had once fiercely protected Alina, I did regret that I

that didn’t matter anymore. Ever since she decided to K*ll me, we had become strangers. With death looming over me, all I could think about was Flora’s adorable face. She seemed to be saying something to me, but I couldn’t hear her voice clearly. A dull, buzzing sound took over my mind, and Flora’s

time was right. I didn’t know why, but

eyes open. I could feel that the rain had stopped, and I knew that it was getting dark. Stuck in a trance, Flora’s face resurfaced again. She was slowly approaching me. Was this

she would be

voice sounded. Her voice sounded

though I knew it was just an illusion, I still couldn’t help but open my eyes. Flora’s phantom was there once more. This time, it was clearer than before. Now, she was

was wrong. I blinked, wondering if I was dreaming. But Flora’s phantom didn’t disappear. Instead, she waved at me and shouted my name desperately. Everything seemed so real. My dying