Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

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Chapter 726 The Funeral

Sylvia’s POV:

When we returned to our living quarters, I didn’t get a wink of sleep. Rufus however, soon drifted into dreamland. His face was lined with exhaustion. Too many incidents had taken place in the past few days, and he probably hadn’t got a chance to rest properly.

I kissed his forehead lovingly and muttered his name, but he didn’t stir.

He changed his position, but continued sleeping. It looked like he was in a deep sleep.I carefully unwrapped his arm from around my waist and quietly got out of bed to sit in the living room.

Dawn had already arrived. In three or four hours, Leonard would be buried.

I touched the pendant on my neck, while Noreen’s words kept running on a loop in my mind. I was doomed to be ominous. All my loved ones were destined to leave me. I was the reason for Rufus’ curse on his back, and it was incurable.

As I considered this, I couldn’t draw in a full breath. I slumped back heavily into the sofa, a sense of powerlessness overwhelming me.

What should I do? Who could help me?

I buried my face in my hands and shut my eyes. Tears streamed down my face again. My father had passed away. I couldn’t accept that Rufus would also d*ie one day because of me. If one of us had to d*ie, I would happily sacrifice myself for him.

“Sylvia, don’t listen to Noreen’s nonsense. There must be another way out of this. You are still pregnant. You need to be more positive. I think Noreen has done all these things just to break you down, so she could finally control you. Rufus’ curse doesn’t seem incurable,” Yana comforted me.

I didn’t say anything. I just stared at the two-inch long black card in my hand, which was engraved with golden runes. Noreen had thrust it into my hand before she left. She had also told me that if I ever needed her help, I could summon her by crumbling this card.

I pondered over this for a while before putting the card away. Seeing that it was almost time for us to leave, I returned to the bed and waited for Rufus to wake up and go to the funeral with me.

Day was breaking and the sky had lightened already. Rufus and I both changed into black outfits and got ready to go to the memorial service.

“Wait!”

Rufus grasped my hand, gently adjusted the black veil on my head, and said, “Remember to always stay by my side during the service.”

“Okay.” I pasted a smile on my face.

The mourning hall was only a short distance from our living quarters. Numerous ministers and aristocrats had gathered. Everyone was dressed in black, and their faces were solemn and grim, 1

Leonard’s death was undoubtedly one of the greatest losses of the werewolf empire. The death of the God of War meant that an era had come to an end.

Perhaps everyone’s sadness was not limited to the death itself, but to something we had lost by extension. There was always a limit to what one could remember. Leonard’s memory would fade away one day.

I couldn’t help the sorrow that filled me when I thought about how one day his name would only be a symbol, a specimen of a strong man, and a good example in a textbook.

I didn’t really believe in souls and spirits. But as I stood in front of the mourning hall and listened to the priest praying for Leonard and reading the scripture with others, I realized that it was probably something really exist. It could be very heavy, and far beyond the essence of life.

Grief was visible on everyone’s faces. A solemn silence reigned over the hall, only broken by the priest’s sermon. Leonard’s death had been so sudden. Ethan was in immense pain and couldn’t make it here in person, so he had written the eulogy himself.

As the priest read out this eulogy after the sermon, a wail echoed through the crowd. It had originated from Warren.