Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 789 Counterattack

Sylvia’s POV:

Cherry’s voice instantly gained Shawn’s attention, and the people who surrounded Blair sprinted towards me. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

I anxiously tried to break free from Cherry’s grip, but she wouldn’t let me go.

“Please take me with you! Don’t leave me here!” Cherry exclaimed as an endless stream of tears flowed down her cheeks.

Noticing that the others were about to surround me, I felt agitated. Cherry was an arrogant person, but she didn’t deserve to d*ie. What her father had done to my mother actually had nothing to do with her. She shouldn’t be dragged in this mess.

We had similar experiences, but I was lucky enough to have Rufus back then. He was the one who pulled me out of the abyss. Now that I had a chance to pay it forward, I wanted to help her.

“Sylvia, run!” Blair shouted, still desperately fighting against the sold*iers to buy me more time.

Seeing how desperate Cherry looked, I clenched my jaw and extended my arm for her to take. “The only thing I can do is to take you out of the pack. What you’re going to do afterward is none of my concern. You have to make a living by yourself.”

Cherry’s eyes lit up as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Thank you so much. Leaving the pack is enough for me. I promise to never bother you again after that.”

Then she firmly held my hand, fearing that I would change my mind and push her away.

I grunted as I mustered all my strength to pull her back up. Maybe I’d used too much f0rce, I stumbled back a few steps and Cherry not only got up but also fell into my arms.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed before my eyes, and I instinctively shifted my gaze toward it. That was when I saw a dagger in Cherry’s hand.

I wanted to dodge, but it was already too late. She had managed to stab the dagger in my chest, causing me to cover my wound and stagger backward.

At first, the pain was almost next to nothing. But that feeling didn’t last for long. The next thing I knew, the pain spread throughout my b*ody like an electric current, and when I looked down, my hands were stained with nothing but blood. My blood.

I looked back up at Cherry in shock. I felt dizzy. What was the saying again? Never judge a book by its cover? That seemed about right. Why was I so gullible?

I just thought Cherry had really changed. Once again, I had been fooled—blinded by her hypocritical repentance. I felt cold. All I heard was static as I felt my life slowly slip away. The blood that oozed from my wound just wouldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried to press on it.

It didn’t take long before Blair arrived by my side. He looked at the dagger on my chest in disbelief before he clenched his jaw and kicked Cherry away with all his strength.

Cherry spat a mouthful of blood as she hit a pillar. Even though I knew that must’ve hurt a lot, she didn’t look like she regretted what she had done. Her smirk was sinister—devilish, even. I saw no ounce of remorse in her eyes. 

Despite the look she gave me, I ignored her. The sound of flesh and bones rubbing against the dagger came from my b*ody as I slowly pulled out the dagger and covered my wound immediately after.

Cold sweat broke out on both my back and my forehead. Although werewolves had fast healing abilities, our bod*ies would still suffer from pain, especially if we were hit by a weapon. Besides, Yana and I were both afraid of pain. Even though Cherry stabbed me with an ordinary dagger, the pain was too much for me. It almost made me unable to breathe.

Yana was weeping, but I didn’t have the strength to comfort her. My breathing was already unstable.

Just then, the sold*iers rushed over and attacked Blair at the same time. Blair still hadn’t recovered from the injuries that Rufus caused. In addition to that, we had been traveling for a few days nonstop and had consumed a lot of physical strength, so no matter how strong he was, I knew he couldn’t bear it anymore. Eventually, the sold*iers gained the upper hand in battle. I wanted to help Blair, but the pain was making me dizzy. Before I knew it, my sight went blurry, and I fell to my knees.

In the end, Blair was caught by the sold*iers. Despite wanting to help him, there was nothing I could do.