Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 427

Sylvia’s POV:

The destination was very far away. According to the weather forecast, we would also experience heavy rains on the way, so it would take us about two days to arrive.

Unexpectedly, the weather was actually pretty good and we managed to arrive at the Red Maple Pack in the afternoon of the second day, which was ahead of time.

As soon as we got off the vehicle, we were all shocked by what we saw.

The whole place was a mess.

Hooligans squatted in the corners and stared at each passer-by like a predator to a prey.

When we walked by them, they even waved their daggers at us, indicating that they weren’t afraid of people in military uniforms.

On top of that, there were also werewolves who lit up a fire on the street. An old man was getting burned in the fire. His body was already charred black and he couldn’t scream anymore from the pain. If we had arrived any later, he would have died.

It was even worse to replace out that it was the old man’s own son who set him on fire. While his father burned, the son was laughing wildly.

If we hadn’t seen it with our own eyes, we would have never believed how bad this place had become.

After taking the mad arsonist away, we encountered another boy, about twelve or thirteen years of age, who was getting bullied and robbed by a group of older werewolves.

The boy was already very thin, which was most probably a result of malnourishment. He seemed to be protecting something in his arms while the group of hooligans tried beating it out of him. His nose was bleeding and one of his eyes was swelling up so much that he could barely open it.

One of the bullies, who had golden hair, obscenely threatened to make the boy get under his crotch, opening his legs up.

The onlookers on the street seemed to have grown numb and accustomed to such a scene. They simply turned a blind eye.

I, however, could not stand it and rushed over to kick one of the bullies away.

Harry and my other teammates followed suit and subdued the hooligans in no time.

“Behave yourself!” Harry seized the man with golden hair and warned, “If you move another inch, I’m going to feed you to the dogs!”

Harry kicked the bully in his crotch, causing his face to twist in pain.

The other hooligans didn’t seem to be afraid. Instead, they spat back, “Damn it, bad luck!”

They didn’t seem to care that one of them had gotten caught. They just threatened the boy one last time before finally leaving.

I walked over to the boy, trying to help him up, but he immediately pushed me away. “Get out of my way!”

I stared in confusion. What happened?

The boy’s nails were dark red, almost black, from b***d, but all he held in his hands was a piece of bread. That was what he had been protecting. The bread was already black and moldy all over. Clearly, it was way past its expiration date.

My heart ached for him. I fished out some biscuits from my pocket and handed them to him. “Here you go.”

The boy clutched his bread and looked at me warily.

I moved my hand forward again, smiling. “Take it.”

The boy slowly reached out his hand. Just when I thought he was going to take the biscuits, he suddenly slapped my hand. “No way!”

He then scurried away.

“How ungrateful!” Flora exclaimed, stunned.

I frowned as well. I knew something was wrong about this place the moment I set foot.

The werewolves here didn’t respect or welcome us at all. They treated us coldly.

Even ordinary passers-by had hostility in their eyes.

At first, I thought I was just imagining it, but the boy’s reaction just confirmed what I had thought.

Something must have happened here.