Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 779
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Sylviaâs POV:
I had a sinking feeling that something bad was about to take place once she realized Blair was the wanted criminal, so I knocked her out instantly before Blair could react.
He gave me a thumbs up and said, âYou show the same style I once had, decisive and bold.â
I crossly said, âQuickly hide her somewhere.â
Blair acted with urgency and carried the she-wolf away, concealing her in the bushes.
Then we moved to a safer place and searched for the warrant online.
The warrant was only in Blairâs name.
I couldnât stop the laugh that escaped my lips, but I could see that Blair was miserable. I quickly cleared my throat and asked seriously, âWhat should we do now?â
Blair was slightly furious. âWhy does Rufus only issued a warrant for me?â
âYou were the one who shot him, remember?â I threw an annoyed glance at him.
Ignoring me, he angrily blurted out, âAnd youâre the one who broke his heart!â
Suddenly, there was this awkward silence. Blair realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed the topic. âWeâll have to find a way to muddle through.â
I nodded quietly. My spirits were low. Although Blairâs words sounded harsh, it was a fact that Iâd broken Rufusâ heart.
âHey, punch me,â Blair abruptly said.
I watched him strangely, wondering if he was just a freak who enjoyed getting beaten. The wound on his face had barely healed, but now he wanted to be knocked around again.
âDonât be stupid. Others wonât recognize me if you punch my face and bruised it.â
His reasoning left me speechless. I didnât think it was a good idea. At this moment, I spotted a funeral procession coming from afar. The people were dressed in black.
Blair and I looked at our black clothes, suddenly inspired.
When the funeral procession reached the pass, Blair and I quickly sneaked in. We lowered our heads, pretending to be mourning.
The family members of the deceased around us were immersed in their grief, and no one cared about us joining in.
Most people in the world are terrified of death. The soldiers guarding the pass only did a cursory inspection before letting the procession through, probably thinking that being around the dead was bad luck.
We cleared the pass smoothly and finally arrived at Black Moon Pack that afternoon. However, we were greeted with a commotion at the entrance of the pack. Two groups of soldiers were confronting each other. A curse rang out from beyond the crowd in a voice that I hadnât heard for a long time. It was Shawn.
I casually approached a soldier and asked, âWhy are two groups of soldiers congregated here?â
The soldier wore a worried expression. âThey belong to the Isolated Star Pack. They came to provoke us. As Alpha, Shawn is totally useless and instantly defeated by the Isolated Star Packâs Beta. Our soldiers canât defeat them either since we are outnumbered.â
I frowned, thinking this to be ridiculous. The Black Moon Pack had become so abject in such a short span of time. Although it didnât have a very strong military strength before, it wasnât a pack to be trifled with. After all, it was one of the top fifteen economies of the empire. This was enough to intimidate the neighboring packs and they would even often butter up the Black Moon Pack.
Releasing the soldier, I walked to the edge of the crowd and saw Shawn lying on the ground with disheveled hair. His white suit that used to be clean and tidy, now hung like a dirty rag on his body. When he saw that the Beta of the Isolated Star Pack was going to squash his face, he begged for mercy.
This was greatly humiliating. I couldnât stand by quietly anymore. My mother had once tried all means possible to protect the Black Moon Pack from falling into this exact same situation. I immediately charged ahead and delivered a solid kick to the arrogant Beta.