Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 258

Sylvia’s POV:

A gust of strong wind blew, carrying with it a faint smell of b***d mixed with the cold smell of licorice came—Rufus’ scent.

This proved that Rufus was inside the manor. The situation was bad. I grew even more anxious and shook the gate hard in an attempt to get in, but the gate was securely locked from the outside. Obviously, someone wanted to make sure Rufus wouldn’t get out.

“Damn it! I can tell that Omar’s totally lost control of himself.” Yana paced back and forth anxiously.

Finally, a fierce look of determination flashed in her eyes and she picked up a rock from the ground. In one swift motion, she smashed the rock against the lock, deforming it slightly. Unfortunately, this wasn’t enough to break the lock.

“What should I do… I think Omar’s been injured. I can tangibly feel that he’s in pain!” Out of sheer desperation, Yana threw away the stone and thrashed at the chains with her bare claws. But it was futile. Soon her paws were red and swollen.

Yana broke down into sobs. “Sylvia, my paws hurt. We need to find another way to get in!”

“I scanned the perimeter and we can only get in through the gate,” I said as calmly as possible. I couldn’t make Yana more agitated than she already was. “Rufus is waiting for me. I have to get in. Yana, please stay strong!”

At last, Yana raised her head to the sky and howled, thrashing at the lock with all her strength. The chain finally fell to the ground in pieces.

“Finally!” Yana cried excitedly.

I transformed back into my human form and hurriedly pushed the gate open. But just as I was about to enter, a group of armed werewolves suddenly surrounded me.

“Get out of my way,” I said in a low, bone-chillingly cold voice. If my guess was right, these were Richard’s men.

Ignoring my command, they charged at me. I kicked the man in the lead away, but worry consumed my heart. I was severely outnumbered and I was running out of time.

“Sylvia, you have to find a way to get out of here. Omar is dying!” Yana cried anxiously.

I glanced at the sky. It was getting dark. I couldn’t spare the time to fight all these men. The longer we delayed, the more dangerous Rufus would be.

“I’m thinking,” I said through gritted teeth, dodging an incoming punch. I grabbed the weapon in that werewolf’s hand and knocked him away.

“Oh, my God! Omar!” Yana suddenly shrieked in my mind. Then, all of a sudden, she fell silent.

“Yana? Tell me, what’s wrong? What happened with Omar? Did something bad happen?”

I asked Yana nervously, but she didn’t respond. I couldn’t help but think that my worst nightmare had become a reality.

“You can’t defeat us. You’re severely outnumbered. Surrender!” the man in the lead snorted viciously.

I clenched my fists, helplessly angry. Rage surged through my veins. It felt as though gas was expanding in my stomach and that I was about to explode.

Suddenly, a terrifyingly powerful force burst forth. A gust of strong wind blew and I wielded the weapon I had snatched earlier and ruthlessly slashed through everyone in my path.

“Whoever tries to stop me will die.” I took deliberate steps towards the man in the lead.

He looked utterly horrified and retreated a few steps back with his companions. “Isn’t she just a slave? How the hell is she so powerful? Why didn’t we bring guns? The intel we received was wrong!”

“I don’t know. Maybe she isn’t the slave they told us about…”

At this time, a sharp whistle pierced the air. The leader immediately turned pale and said, “The army is coming. Retreat.”

In the blink of an eye, the group of men vanished.

With them gone, I couldn’t help but fall to my knees. My clothes were sopping wet, and my wounds were bleeding badly.

Through gritted teeth, I took a deep breath and got back on my feet. I threw away the bloody weapon in my hand and rushed into the manor.