The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

With Flora's hand in mine, I quickly pulled her up so that she could climb the ladder as I wrapped another safety rope around her waist.

Below, the hyenas refused to give up on catching their prey. They scrambled to get on top of each other and jump up to the ladder.

Fortunately, the hyenas weren't mutated enough to jump that high.

I hung off one side of the ladder so that Flora and Warren could crawl into the helicopter first.

It began to rain again, which made the ladder more shaky and slippery. I tightened my grip on the bars, afraid of falling off. With the remaining strength in my body, I steadied my breath and climbed into the helicopter after my friends.

Once everyone was inside, I pulled the sliding door and closed it with a loud bang, shutting out the harsh wind.

Warren immediately passed out. He looked seriously injured. Flora was not in great condition either. She was still in shock from all that happened. Her face was covered up in mud and blood. One of her shoes was even missing.

From his seat, Rufus updated Blair and asked to arrange an emergency treatment room immediately.

I brought out a towel and gave it to Flora so that she could clean up a bit.

and couldn't help tearing

and gave her a hug. "I couldn't imagine what

sob. "I don't know if Warren can

did it get that bad for him?"

crushed the water bottle in her hand as she recalled, "It was Tom. He was plotting against Warren. He was the one who pushed Warren off the cliff! The next time I

that to Warren?

by this. Warren was always a loner and seldom quarreled with others. Whenever he would be involved in some conflict, he just turned the other way and ignored

We should ask Warren if he

brought it up to Warren's lips, hoping he could drink some. She

with serious injuries as well and was sent to the hospital

"That's just

on the helicopter pad

was already a group of doctors waiting for us when we landed. Since Warren was the one with the most serious injuries, he was the one who was immediately wheeled into the emergency

room.

her wounds treated as well. She was fortunate that the wounds and bruises were not serious, although she looked quite disheveled still. But it was nothing

was done, we all came to the emergency treatment room to

she began to get anxious. In front of the treatment room, she crouched down and nervously combed through her

be fine. He always is. He will be okay." I bent down

a muffled voice, "If he gets