Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 901 The Van

Beryl’s POV:

Arron and I generated the fastest sprint we could manage, but Ian followed closely behind us. If we pushed through our pursuance to escape from the camp with Ian trailing behind us, it wouldn’t take long before the adults found us. We were being too conspicuous.

I made up my mind and turned to Ian. “We promise to take you with us, but you have to help us distract the adults first, and then meet us at the hillside where we often go.”

Ian’s visage brightened with the idea. He swung his big tail to show that he understood. Then he turned his head and ran to divert all attention to him while we escaped.

A commotion broke outside, and we took it as our cue to move. Almost everyone in the pack had seen Ian following Mommy around, so even if he suddenly showed up at this ungodly hour, they wouldn’t do anything harmful towards him

“Let’s go.”

had to hurry. Fortunately, our tent was close to the exit, and no one passed by. Our escape was smooth. We rounded the corner and wound up at the back door of a large shopping mall just near the camp. A van would be expected

bread to me and complained to me as he did so. He did not forget to glare at me as I accepted the bread. “You’re bad. You lied to Ian. When he finds out,

into account? But I didn’t think Ian would hate me. He was always carefree and free-spirited. I knew him too well to know that when I came back, ten roast chicken drumsticks would be enough for him to forget that I

things seriously even when it’s being said as a side note. You know Ian’s such a good wolf. He won’t hate you.” Arron comforted

forward in an attempt to ignore him. I threw the bread into my mouth and chewed it, shrugging to

that surfaced on his face was near corporeal as he beamed at my remark. He removed the water bottle hanging around his neck and opened the lid

and waited for about ten minutes before we saw the van closing in on

in it as soon as the people got off the van as covertly as

started to move and then soon pulled over at the destination. At least, we somehow kept our presence under wraps and avoided the part where unknown dangers would have taken us to a different route. Arron and I waited for everyone in the van to get off. We had taken ourselves this far; we shouldn’t take

panic erupted from the adults outside. They were talking about two children who were missing, who, I supposed,

muffled conversations. Someone suggested they inform