Chapter 165 A Suspicious Werewolf


    Sylvia''s POV:


    I felt very strange, so as I followed Flora out of the dormitory, I texted back and asked what was


    going on.


    The person who messaged me replied quickly. But I was once again told to go there alone.


    I found it even more suspicious. Was there anything that only I had to know? Warren was a


    straightforward werewolf. If he had something to tell me, he would say it directly. He would not let


    anyone else pass on a message.


    I called the number directly to know who was on the other end of the line. But unfortunately, no one


    answered.


    So I simply texted back to refuse. I asked the message sender to find someone else for help.


    This time, there was no reply.


    "Sylvia, hurry up! We are going to bete," Flora urged me, standing at the bottom of the stairs.


    "Coming!" I answered and immediately put my phone back in my pocket. I didn''t care about that


    message sender anymore.


    While doing the morning exercises, I noticed that Warren wasn''t there. He was hardly absent from


    the morning exercises. And even if he didn''te, he would ask for leave in advance. Obviously,


    ir also didn''t receive any notice of leave of absence from Warren because he still called Warren''s


    name during the roll call.


    This made me feel more worried about Warren.


    After a fewps, I took out my phone to check. There was no new message. That stranger still did


    not reply to myst text.


    "Sylvia, stop ying with your phone and run!" When Harry passed by me, he brought a gust of


    wind mixed with sand. His voice was so loud that he seemed to want topete with me again.


    I put my phone back in my pocket and caught up with him. Then I asked, "Harry, did you see


    Warren?"


    "Warren? I have no idea where he is. Don''t worry about him so much. Just run. If you don''t finish


    running in time, you will be punished." After saying this, Harry started rushing over again.


    After the morning run, I shook my coat off and put it back on. Flora put her arm around my


    shoulders and asked, "What do you want for breakfast?"


    "Anything will do," Harry said with a smile after stepping forward.


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    I didn''t mind the question about breakfast. I looked at them seriously and asked, "When was thest


    time you saw Warren?"


    "Warren? I haven''t seen him today yet. Is something wrong with him?" Flora looked at me in


    confusion. "Thest time I saw him was yesterday. When I passed by the school gate, I saw him


    going out in a hurry."


    "Sylvia, did something happen?" Harry asked. He also became serious. "I was not in the academy


    during the weekend, so I didn''t see Warren."


    I shook my head. "Nothing. I just feel like something is wrong."


    "What happened?" Flora asked nervously.


    I thought for a while and made up my mind. "You two go have breakfast first. I''ll go talk to ir. I''ll


    tell you the detailster."


    "Go ahead and find ir first. Flora and I will wait for you," Harry said with a stern look on his face.


    It was rare for him to be this serious.


    I nodded, said goodbye to them, and went in the other direction.


    ir''s office was on the other side of the academy, close to the imperial pce. It was opposite our


    ssroom and cafeteria.


    I quickened my pace as I became more and more uneasy. I had this feeling that something was


    about to happen.


    After passing an arched door and walking down the stairs, I saw a suspicious werewolf with a cap


    and mask looking around. It seemed that he was afraid of being seen by others. He was wearing a


    pair of white gloves that seemed to have blood on them.


    My heart tightened as I watched him turned around a corner and was about to disappear. I followed


    him without thinking, but I still lost him.


    I hesitated for a moment. Then I took a few more steps forward, looking around vigntly. Then I


    suddenly found someone lying straight on the grass in front of me. It was Warren. His eyes were


    closed, and his head was stained with blood. I didn''t know if he was dead or alive.


    I hurriedly rushed over to check on him without thinking too much. I couldn''t care about anything


    else but make sure of his condition. But before I could get to his side, I was knocked out from


    behind and lost consciousness.