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.

hair anxiously. I wanted to

a deep breath and said hoarsely, "Never mind that. How

direction you took," I answered simply. "I was just about to give up when I saw footprints on the soil. Then I found

spoke, I took out a small sword from behind me and ran my fingers

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

looked at him in pleasant surprise. Back in the pack, I had already known that Warren had a hobby of woodcarving. His craftsmanship was hailed in the industry. I was overjoyed to be

reply, but then he suddenly began to pant, as

of my wits. "I... I'm getting

possible. But when I fell just now, my phone

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

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

carefully helped Warren sit up and prepared to carry him on

can walk." Warren's low voice

was carrying a ton of cement

dragging on the ground. Worried 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

"I'll try..."

seemed to be more at a loss than me. He awkwardly raised his