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.

to withstand the blow. If I hadn’t hit a tree halfway to buffer my fall,

passed, I felt my consciousness slipping away, and Salt’s voice gradually grew softer and

resurfaced in my mind. Thinking that I was going to d*ie here, I figured Alina would be happy to know I wouldn’t get in her way anymore. While I didn’t regret

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

that we’d break up when the time was right. I didn’t know why, but

that it was getting dark. Stuck in a trance, Flora’s face resurfaced again. She was slowly approaching me. Was this it? Was I seeing things

it was comforting to see Flora’s phantom before I passed. I found myself praying that she would be

sounded so far away, but it also

knew it was just an illusion, I still couldn’t help but open my eyes. Flora’s phantom was there once more. This

didn’t disappear. Instead, she waved at me and shouted my name desperately. Everything seemed so real. My dying heart suddenly began to beat wildly in my chest, pumping life back into my b*ody. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t make a