Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 904

Beryl’s POV:

Soon, a she-wolf was shot and killed, b***d spurting all over the ground.

Arron and I were huddled together, trembling in fear. I was so scared. No matter how many scary stories I had heard growing up, I still felt like crying at the moment. The bloody scene in front of me was just too horrible!

After all, I was just a five-year-old girl!

I couldn’t help but burst into sobs. I missed my mother, Ian, and the elders of the pack.

Arron wrapped his arms around me protectively, but I still felt scared.

Two werewolves seemed to want to fight back, but they were quickly shot dead before they could do anything.

The children cried even louder, while the adults fell silent. We were all scared, wondering who would be the next to die.

If things went on like this, we would all be killed!

Despite my fear, I looked around and tried to find a way out. After the chaotic killings just now, Arron and I were pushed to the front of the car. The robbers were all focused on the adults; no one was looking at us.

I tugged at Arron’s sleeve with my shaky fingers. As soon as his eyes met mine, I looked at the driver’s seat meaningfully.

He nodded slightly to tell me he understood.

Together, we quietly climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Step on the gas!” I hissed, twisting the key in the ignition to start the car.

Arron’s eyes widened in surprise. “You can drive?”

“Of course not! But I’ve seen other people do it!”

As I spoke, Arron stepped hard on the gas. I hastily turned the steering wheel. Everything had happened so fast. As soon as the car lurched forward, it tipped to the side, fell on the ground, and slammed into a tree on the side of the road.

The robbers standing in the middle aisle of the van immediately fell down from the impact.

“Hurry up! Attack!” The adults reacted quickly and seized the opportunity to fight back.

But the robbers were armed. Amidst the chaos, people screamed.

“You definitely can’t drive,” Arron muttered, his face as pale as a ghost.

Without a moment to lose, I grabbed Arron’s hand and together, we escaped through the window.

“Damn it! Those two kids are getting away!”

“Go after them! We can’t leave anyone alive!”

I heard the robbers shouting from behind us, followed by gunshots and screams.

Arron and I didn’t dare to look back. We kept running as fast as we could.

Soon, we ran into a forest. The mountain road was muddy, making it hard to walk, let alone run. We got tired very quickly.

Panting, I had to rest my hands on my knees. Arron, who was standing next to me, said anxiously, “We have to keep going! They’re right behind us!”

Sure enough, the gunshots sounded closer.

I gritted my teeth and continued to run, no matter how tired I was.

But the robbers didn’t give up. And they were faster than us.

Realizing this, Arron stopped and looked at me seriously. “Beryl, let’s split up. Otherwise, they’ll catch both of us. If one of us gets away, we can call the police for help.”

“But we promised to not separate,” I protested. Of course I was worried about my brother.

“Listen to me. We’ll see each other again, okay?” After giving me a quick hug, Arron turned around and started yelling to distract the robbers.

His ploy worked. The robbers chased after Arron, shouting that they’d sell him as a slave to the vampires.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched Arron run for his life.

At that moment, I realized that I had made a terrible mistake.