Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 697

Sylvia’s POV:

I felt groggy as I slowly regained consciousness.

I wiggled my fingers feebly, feeling as if I were lying on a big soft bed.

I had a splitting headache and my brain seemed to be covered in cobwebs.

When I came to my senses completely, I saw that I was really lying on a big bed.

My surroundings were bright, and dazzling sunlight streamed into the room. I shut my eyes, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Still in a daze, my body was feverish. The room was eerily quiet. Every time I drew a breath, I felt as if my internal organs were being ripped apart.

When I opened my eyes again, I spotted a she-wolf sitting next to me. She was sponging my face to help bring my body temperature down.

The bright light disappeared and my vision cleared up. The gentle face of the she-wolf dug up the woman who had been buried deep in my memories.

“Mom?” I blurted out in a scratchy voice.

The she-wolf gave me a gentle smile and withdrew her hand, as if she was about to leave.

I acted quickly and grabbed her hand excitedly. “Mom!”

But the next second, my surroundings turned dark. The she-wolf in front of my eyes transformed into Noreen in her black cloak. Her face was shrouded from my view.

A sharp pain lanced through my temple, and my head felt heavy. I shook Noreen’s hand off and exclaimed, “It’s you!”

Noreen didn’t reply. She folded her handkerchief and placed it on the table.

I instantly jumped out of the bed.

I didn’t know where my shoes were, nor did I care at the moment. My bare feet hit the cold tiles and I rushed forward like a headless chicken. Although I didn’t know the location of the room’s exit, the cold emanating from Noreen made me want to get away from her instinctively.

Suddenly, the sound of a match striking sandpaper came from behind me. Noreen lit the only white candle in the room.

The dark room was illuminated again. I looked back warily and realized that I was standing in the middle of the room, while Noreen was lounging leisurely against the bed.

“What do you want from me?”

Noreen whirled around when she heard my question. Her oversized cloak trailed behind her like a curtain as she walked. Her voice was flat, and she was behaving as if I was simply her guest.

“Don’t be so nervous. I’ve only brought you here to reveal the truth.”

“There’s no need for that,” I interrupted her frostily. I wasn’t interested in any truth she had to tell me.

Noreen chuckled. “You came all the way from the capital city to this pack looking for me. Now I can tell you anything you want to know.”

I pursed my lips and pondered for a while. Not expecting much of an answer, I asked her, “Can you tell me how to get rid of the black thorn of Rufus’ back? I’ve read about it from that book in your lab, but the page was incomplete.”

Noreen drawled in a pointed voice, “Black thorn? I will have to think about that for a minute. I’m getting old and my brain doesn’t work as fast as it used to.”

I was a little annoyed. Judging from her attitude, I had a feeling that she was just making a fool of me.

“How can you forget the curse you created?”

Noreen giggled, and asked in a louder voice with a devilish smile, “How do you know that I invented the curse?”

I was beginning to lose my temper. Noreen was skilled at playing dumb and being evasive. She was a cunning old fox.

“Can you at least tell me why you cursed Rufus then?”

Noreen clicked her tongue and sighed sympathetically. “I didn’t curse Rufus. The black thorn on his back is solely your fault.”