Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 556

Sylvia’s POV:

We set off before night fell.

Ashley led us along a secret short cut and we soon arrived at the designated meeting spot.

The vampires were bound by iron chains, and Warren and Flora were in charge of keeping a close eye on them.

Meanwhile, Rufus and I waited for Hobson at the intersection.

When it was completely dark, we saw a group of vampires approaching. They were escorting a woman in a black hood. It seemed that the woman was Layla.

I immediately leaped forward and said loudly, “Take off the hood. Let us see her face first.”

The silver-haired vampire who was leading Layla laughed grimly but obliged. He yanked the hood off and spat, “Look. This is who you want, right?”

I felt relieved to see the woman’s face. It was indeed Layla, and she seemed to be fine. It didn’t look like she was hurt.

Layla met my gaze and smiled bitterly. “I knew you’d come save me, Sylvia.”

“You’re quite lucky. When we found this she-wolf, the vampire who bought her hadn’t done anything to her yet. I overheard that he was planning to dissect her alive.” The silver-haired vampire frivolously patted Layla’s face and said wistfully, “What a pity! Such beautiful skin would’ve made a top-grade mask.”

I coldly slapped away the silver-haired vampire’s hand and briskly went down to business. “I’ve brought the vampires you want.”

“Is that so? Bring them here and let me see.” The silver-haired vampire looked at Layla longingly, as though he still wanted to stroke her face.

I turned around and looked at Warren meaningfully. He immediately understood and brought over the vampire captives.

After the silver-haired vampire counted the prisoners, he squinted shrewdly and said, “One is missing. Where is the woman with the golden hair?”

“She’s dead and nothing much was left of her corpse, so we didn’t bring her here,” Rufus said coldly.

I sneered. “Consider yourself lucky. If it weren’t for Layla, we would’ve slaughtered the rest of them.”

“Why, you—!” Irritated, the silver haired vampire reached out and grabbed Layla’s hair. “In that case, I should cut off one of her hands. It’s only fair. After all, you killed one of our own.”

“Touch her and they’ll all die here,” I pointed at the vampires behind me and warned him coldly.

The silver-haired vampire glanced at the captives and sneered. He kicked hard at the crook of Layla’s leg and she buckled to her knees. His face contorted from being intensely angry to extremely crazy. “Okay, then I suppose both sides will suffer losses tonight.”

He kicked Layla again, dislocating one of her arms in the process.

I clenched my fists, seething with rage. “Enough with the bullshit. You work for Hobson, so be a good dog and do as you’re told. If we exchange the hostages, this matter will be settled.”

“Do you seriously think that I’d just let you go so easily? You’re even stupider than I thought!” The silver-haired vampire laughed like a madman, took out an axe from behind, and was about to chop Layla’s head off.

Rufus and I immediately leaped into action and tried to stop him.

But before he could land a blow, the other vampires stopped their silver-haired companion.

They whispered something into his ear. This seemed to calm the silver-haired vampire down, because he then put down his axe and pulled Layla up from the ground.

With a hard shove, he pushed Layla towards us and spat, “Give us the hostages.”

Rufus gestured at Warren and the latter led the vampire captives here.

The hostages of both sides walked towards their respective groups simultaneously.

I clenched my fists and my whole body was on edge.

I could feel that there were many people lurking in the shadows around us. They all glared at us murderously. Perhaps the real slaughter would be launched as soon as the hostages were exchanged.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment. Everyone held their breaths, anxiously anticipating a fierce battle to break out at any given second.