Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 1060 A Dead Man

Crystal’s POV:

“What’s the matter?” Sorrell’s face remained devoid of any color. Beneath him, his foot was completely impaled by the letter opener, but there was no blood. Not even a single drop.

I said nothing more. I merely took a couple of steps forward and braced myself. When I was sure that he was distracted, I lunged at him.

Sorrell was slow to react. He managed to dodge my attack at the last minute, but his movements were stiff. I chased after him and landed a kick on his knees. He crumpled to the ground, and the cracking sound of broken bones filled the room. It wasn’t until I had pinned him down that I noticed Sorell’s b*ody was stone-cold. He was cold all over.

there, his head

base of his neck, I found no pulse. I dislodged the letter opener from his foot. Neither the blade nor the wound was stained with blood. I pried the wound open and found

a dead

animated corpse was still speaking to me, asking repeatedly what

alive had retreated from the world. That only left the vampires. If Sorrell had been dead for some time, that would explain how the report about their pack being attacked was fabricated. The vampires simply wanted to lure Rufus out of

clenched as a fiery wave of anxiety rushed through my veins. I needed to find him as soon as possible. I was turning to leave when Sorrell’s b*ody began to twitch violently. An awful smell

was about to

sending pieces of rotting flesh all over the room. The foul bodily fluids were splattered on the walls,

used my witchcraft to form a crystal ball and use it to keep the horrendous m@ssfrom leaking out. It seemed that this room was no longer usable. Just then, I heard a loud thud from above. I turned into a wolf and crashed through the window. I leaped out into the terrace and onto the roof. As expected, I found a vampire peeping through the ceiling with

whirled toward me and bared his fangs. “Werewolf,” he growled in