Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 724

I didn’t have the time to chase after her, so I quickly turned back into my human form and went to check on Sylvia.

Her eyes were completely black and her body was as cold as ice.

“Sylvia, wake up! It’s Rufus! Can you hear me?” I was overcome with agitation. I took my coat off, wanting to wrap it around her to keep her warm.

But Sylvia struggled against me. It felt like she didn’t recognize me anymore. She grabbed my hand and bit it hard.

Groaning in pain, I didn’t pull my hand away, but repeatedly called out to her.

As I was doing this, crows flew into the room from the window. Sylvia seemed to have sensed their presence. She loosened her grip on me and transferred her attention to the crows.

The menacing aura around her began getting stronger. Her entire body was filled with the power of destruction.

Burning with anxiety, I was afraid that she would lose complete control.

But I couldn’t help her snap back to her senses by simply calling her name.

The number of crows surrounding her were rapidly increasing.

Like a puppet whose strings were being pulled by someone, Sylvia attacked me.

I was worried that Leonard’s corpse would be damaged, so I tried my best to get her out of the room first.

However, she didn’t fall for it. Instead, she stood still and stared at Leonard’s body.

My gut churned ominously. Sylvia rushed to the bed where Leonard’s corpse was placed at lightning speed.

I instantly intercepted her and wrapped my arms around her waist quickly. “Babe, that’s your father. We shouldn’t disturb him!”

Sylvia squirmed in my hold for a while. But all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. A second later, I heard the sound of chewing.

I turned her around in confusion. Her actions frightened me. I quickly reached out to scoop the flowers out of her mouth. “You can’t eat them!”

I didn’t know how old the flowers were. Eating them would be harmful for her stomach.

But Sylvia didn’t pay me any heed. She grabbed the flowers beside the bed and quickly stuffed them in her mouth. It seemed that she was craving them.

I could feel a headache coming on. I seized her hands and snatched the flowers from her.

Then I threw them away, intending to ask someone to clean them up later.

Sylvia became even grimmer when the flowers were out of her reach.

She watched me with her deep black eyes, the anger in them clearly visible. Even the crows were terrified and stopped cawing.

I glanced at the flowers, an idea suddenly popping into my head.