Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 438

Sylvia’s POV:

“We want to replace out what’s going on in this city.” I looked at the boy and answered his question seriously.

The boy smiled at me bitterly. “It’s just like what you see: it’s a city of two extreme worlds divided by a wall.”

The five of us exchanged wordless glances and waited for the boy to go on.

“By the way, the name’s Felix. I’ve lived outside the wall since I was born. I’ve always known about the world on the other side of the wall. Everyone there is rich and happy, so they don’t need to kill and plunder to survive. Every child there receives a good education and lives a good life.”

As Felix spoke, his eyes took on a different light. He looked almost as though he was yearning for what he talked about.

My heart inexplicably ached and I felt at a loss. I had felt the same yearning Felix felt when I was still a slave, so I understood where he was coming from.

Felix looked at his dirty hands and said in a depressed tone, “I also want to be clean every day and not have to worry about my next meal.”

Flora was a little angry. She puffed out her chest indignantly and asked, “Was it Geoffrey who built this wall?”

“I guess so. The wall has been there for as long as I can remember,” Felix said in a low voice. “Maybe this is the way Geoffrey runs things.”

“And does everyone accept his system? Why don’t the werewolves outside the wall rebel?” Frowning slightly, Warren looked very confused. Perhaps what we had seen today had exceeded his cognition.

Truth be told, it was also beyond all of us.

Felix’s emaciated face stared back at us, his eyes filled with sadness and a trace of maturity for a boy his age. “It’s not that simple. Everyone’s fate has been decided since they were born. We weren’t given a choice regarding resources and education. The wall widened not only the gap between the rich and the poor, but also the gap in strength. Werewolves outside the wall were born at a disadvantage, while the rich kids on the other side hold all the power.”

“Then why don’t you just leave? I’m sure even a smaller pack could offer a better life than this.” Harry gestured at his surroundings in disbelief.

Felix shook his head. “We can’t leave.”

“Why?”

Everyone asked in unison. Although the existing rule of law had strict hierarchy, it wasn’t out of the norm for ordinary werewolves to choose to live in another pack, as long as they were not slaves.

And Felix had mentioned that he was just an ordinary werewolf, not a slave.

But Felix didn’t seem to want to talk about it.

“I’ve already told you what I know about the wall. If you want to change things, you’ll have to tear the wall down first.” Obviously, Felix didn’t want to talk about leaving here.

But despite him explaining things, I felt as though I had more questions than answers.

The biggest question was why the werewolves outside the wall couldn’t just leave. Since they were all members of the werewolf race, they had the absolute right to choose a life they wanted.

Felix was probably hiding something from us.

But if we forced Felix to tell us, he would definitely lose his trust in us, so we had no choice but to look for answers elsewhere.

So while the others continued to question Felix, I began to look around.

Although the place was messy and dark, it was spacious.

The uneven walls were soaked in water, and the air was filled with the smell of mold and damp paper.

My eyes landed on the wet quilt, which Felix had moved to the only dry place in the entire room—the head of the bed.

I walked to the bed, making a mental note to bring Felix a dry quilt the following day.

There were many pictures of food on the wall beside the bed. Among them, a particular name drew my attention.

“Alva?” I turned to look at Felix in confusion. “Who’s that?”

Felix immediately went stiff.