Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 391 Visiting

Rufus’ POV:

I looked at these newbies gloomily. They were all young werewolves who had just been recruited. At a glance, I knew that they were all still very stubborn and disobed*ient.

Originally, Blair was supposed to train them, but now that Blair was in a coma, I needed to step in for him.

“How many left? Did I tell you to stop counting?” I shouted coldly.

“F… four hundred… fifty… No, thirty left…” a sold*ier answered breathlessly, his face red from the effort. I had punished him by making him do push-ups.

The rest of them didn’t dare to make a sound, for fear of being implicated.

My cold gaze swept across them and I warned, “This is what happens when you’re lazy. If any of you dare to slack off again, don’t bother to come back.”

“Sir,” he squeaked nervously, “could you please let us rest for a second? Captain Blair didn’t

so damn lazy.” I glanced at him indifferently, my

snapped shut, his little b*ody shaking like a

them expressionlessly. “While he’s still on leave, I’m going to be the one training you. Got it?” None of

“F… four hundred… sixty-seven…”

here,” I said to him

as wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, he immediately got to his feet and rushed back

the border soon, so you can’t slack off —not even for a minute. I’ll train you doubly

soon as I finished speaking, the sold*iers couldn’t help but b*tch and M0@n all over the

excited, his eyes flashing cunningly. He pointed at the periphery of the training ground and said loudly, “Sir, look! Isn’t that your mate

enough, when I turned to look in the direction he was pointing, I saw Sylvia standing there. She was standing on

at her. The sold*iers cheered happily, urging

exactly what was on their minds. I decided on a compromise. “Rest here for fifteen minutes. If I’m not back by then,

You need to focus on your

right! You’ll see us every day, but