Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 331 Take Him Away

Flora’s POV:

Warren was lying in a pool of his own blood. He looked terrible. I immediately set out to check his injuries. Both his legs and arms were broken and dislocated, and the back of his head was hemorrhaging. But the most severe injury seemed to be the wound on his chest, the main source of the bleeding. I didn’t dare to move him. I was scared that it’d only hurt him. After all, his internal organs were probably badly injured from falling from such a great height.

I didn’t know how long he had been lying here. Sand and leaves had stuck to his b*ody, caked in blood. At the thought of Warren lying here with wounds all over his b*ody and waiting for death, I couldn’t help but feel inexplicably sad. Although he was no longer my prince charming, I never wanted something like this to happen to him.

“Warren, what the hell happened?” I asked in a low, trembling voice. A werewolf as cautious as Warren couldn’t have possibly fallen off a cliff by accident.

Warren’s dry, cracked lips parted slightly and he whispered with difficulty, “I… Tom… pushed me.”

”I was always suspicious of that bastard! He said you left him alone! How dare he!” Anger and shock surged within me. Tom was our classmate. He had never interacted with Warren, let alone had a grudge against him. Why would he want to hurt Warren so cruelly?

pain, as though the wound hurt because of his movement.

I wanted to ease his pain, but didn’t have a clue as to how. Warren

direction you took,” I answered

just about to give up when I saw footprints on the soil. Then I found your wooden sword by the edge of

I spoke, I took out a small sword from behind me and ran my

carved that. Take it…

that Warren had a hobby of woodcarving. His craftsmanship was

his mouth to reply, but then he suddenly began to pant, as though he

was seriously injured. He needed urgent treatment as soon as possible. But when I

I reached up and tried to climb. But very soon, my legs started to wobble. I couldn’t climb out

maybe, we could get out of here alive. I carefully

all my strength to hoist him onto my back. Warren was much taller than me—and much heavier. I felt like I was carrying a ton of cement and was