Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 437

Sylvia’s POV:

The boy yelped in pain, but he did not give in. He struggled madly to pull away.

Sylvia’s POV:

The boy yelped in pain, but he did not give in. He struggled madly to pull away.

But I gripped his hair tightly and followed him into the hole in the wall. The others also followed suit.

When we all made it on the other side, the five of us easily subdued the boy.

The boy only came up to my shoulders. He gnashed his teeth and looked at me defiantly, like a wild cat. He was very fierce. “What do you want?”

“We should be asking you the same question! What do you want, kid?” Flora demanded with her hands planted firmly on her h**s. She almost looked imposing.

The boy pursed his lips stubbornly, refusing to answer her question.

After thinking for a while, I loosened my grip on his clothes. “Don’t worry. We don’t work for Geoffrey. We’re not here for you.”

The boy stared at me with his bright eyes, as if he was considering whether to take my word for it or not.

“If we were really Geoffrey’s men, do you really think you’d be standing here safe and sound?” I pointed out softly, trying to relax his vigilance.

The boy hesitated and seemed to want to say something but stopped on a second thought.

At this time, we heard the patrolling guards from the other side of the wall. Flustered, the boy looked at us helplessly. “Can you at least block the wall hole first? If the patrols finds out, I’m dead meat.”

“On it.” Harry strode to the wall and started picking up the bricks on the ground.

Flora and I also squatted down to help. Very soon, the wall was restored to its original condition.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and finally relaxed his vigilance.

“We can’t talk here. Come with me.”

The five of us didn’t say anything. We exchanged glances wordlessly then followed the boy.

The boy led us through narrow, dirty alleys. The place reeked of rotten food, piss, and shit.

Harry gagged and almost vomited at the stench. Flora, on the other hand, couldn’t keep it in and puked in a corner.

I too could barely stand it, despite having living in a dirty place like this one when I was a slave.

But the smell of this place couldn’t compare. It was on a league of its own.

Fortunately, I didn’t eat much tonight.

The boy silently led the way. He walked very fast and didn’t wait for us, even when Flora was retching all over the place.

We had no choice but to shrug off the discomfort and follow the young boy.

Finally, we came to a garbage dump. It turned out that the boy’s home was in the abandoned sewer behind the garbage dump.

There were a lot of paper boxes and containers piled up at the entrance of the sewer. The black-stained pipe was covered in gunk and dirt. The iron sheet at the entrance could barely block the harsh wind.

The boy flicked a switch and the light went on, showing us what his home looked like inside.

Harry was shocked. “You call this a house?”

Although it was cleaner than outside, the situation wasn’t much better. The interior walls were black and uneven, and every nook and cranny was covered with dirty moss. A bed made of cartons was soaked through thanks to a leak from the ceiling.

The boy rushed to the bed and held up the wet thin quilt. Then he took out several broken cups from a corner. He glanced at us and slowly put the cups back.

Frowning slightly, he decided to go straight to the point. “Tell me, what exactly are you up to?”