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.”

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

indifferently, my voice as cold as ice. “You haven’t learned anything other than to

his little b*ody shaking like a

be the one training you. Got it?” None of the sold*iers before me dared to so much as nod. The only sound that could be heard

“F… four hundred… sixty-seven…”

here,” I said to

relief. Without so much as wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, he immediately got to his feet and rushed back to his teammates, as though he

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

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

then, a sold*ier standing at the edge suddenly got excited, his eyes flashing cunningly. He pointed at the periphery of the training ground and said loudly, “Sir, look! Isn’t that your mate over there? She must’ve wanted to visit

the direction he was pointing, I saw Sylvia standing there. She was standing on tiptoe,

help but smile back at

here for fifteen minutes. If I’m not back by

You need to focus on your

day, but