The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Flora's POV:

Warren was lying in a pool of his own blood. He looked terrible.

I immediately set out to check his injuries. Both his legs and arms were broken and dislocated, and the back of his head was hemorrhaging. But the most severe injury seemed to be the wound on his chest, the main source of the bleeding. I didn't dare to move him. I was scared that it'd only hurt him. After all, his internal organs were probably badly injured from falling from such a great height.

I didn't know how long he had been lying here. Sand and leaves had stuck to his body, caked in blood.

At the thought of Warren lying here with wounds all over his body and waiting for death, I couldn't help but feel inexplicably sad. Although he was no longer my prince charming, I never wanted something like this to happen to him.

"Warren, what the hell happened?" I asked in a low, trembling voice.

A werewolf as cautious as Warren couldn't have possibly fallen off a cliff by accident.

Warren's dry, cracked lips parted slightly and he whispered with difficulty, "T... Tom...pushed me."

"I was always suspicious of that bastard! He said you left him alone! How dare he!" Anger and shock surged within me. Tom was our classmate. He had never interacted with Warren, let alone had a grudge against him. Why would he want to hurt Warren so cruelly?

Warren started to smile but then quickly winced in pain, as though the wound hurt because of his movement.

I ran my fingers through my hair anxiously. I wanted to ease his pain, but didn't

hoarsely, "Never

up when I saw footprints on the soil. Then I found your wooden sword by the edge of

took out a small sword from behind me and ran my fingers along the carved patterns on it. "It's

that. Take it... if you like," Warren

in the pack, I had already known that Warren had a hobby of woodcarving. His craftsmanship was hailed in the industry. I was

mouth to reply, but then he suddenly began to pant, as though he couldn't

out of my wits. "I...

urgent treatment as soon as possible. But when I fell just

and surveyed the cliff. I reached up and tried to climb. But very soon, my legs started to wobble. I couldn't climb out of here myself, let alone carry

led to, but I had to give it a try. Maybe, just maybe, we could get out of here

carefully helped Warren sit up and prepared to carry him on

walk." Warren's low

Warren was much taller than me-and much heavier. I felt like I was carrying a ton of cement and

about his leg injuries, I stopped and asked, "Can you wrap your legs around my waist? I could hold your legs that way, like carrying a child.

"I'll try..."

He awkwardly raised his long leg and draped it around