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.

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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.

He simply slumped there, his head hung low, as if he were

I found no pulse. I dislodged the letter opener from his foot. Neither the blade nor

a

me,

the b*ody. Only the black witches and the vampires had the ability to control the dead. Noreen was gone, and most of the black witches who were still 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 the imperial

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 rose from the corpse as its skin

was about to

and fled to the door. In the next second, the corpse exploded, sending pieces of rotting flesh all

to corrode everything it touched, and I knew then that it was toxic. I wasted no time and 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 some kind of controlling device in his hand. That disgusting explosion must have been his

vampire whirled toward me and bared his fangs. “Werewolf,”

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