Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 402 Oversleep
Sylvia’s POV:
In the morning, I dragged Flora and Harry to the training ground.
Flora never got enough sleep, and Harry was still groggy. Both of them tilted their heads and were about to doze off while standing there.
After Jerome arrived, Flora perked up a bit. Harry, on the other hand, remained listless the entire time. He had huge bags under his eyes. Those who didn’t know better would probably a*s*sume that he had done something bad last night.
After the morning training, Flora, Harry, and I were on our way to have lunch in the canteen as usual.
Flora walked beside me and scanned Harry thoroughly. “What’s wrong with you today? You’ve been lethargic the entire morning. Jerome was furious when he saw you like this.”
Harry narrowed his eyes, dragged his tired feet, and said in a weak voice, “I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Why do you have a scratch on your neck?” Flora grabbed his collar and asked, noticing the small slightly bloody cut on his neck.
I also regarded him with confusion. It looked like he had got scratched by some sharp object.
Harry looked uneasy and explained, “I cut myself while shaving this morning. The razor blade was just too sharp.” I felt even more baffled. Harry had been harping about how he had bought the latest shaver in the market just a few days ago. The brand was represented by his favorite football player. There was no way he had already lost interest in it.
So why was he suddenly using the razor again?
As I opened my mouth to question him some more, John approached us from the other side. He told Harry softly, “Didn’t we agree to have lunch together?”
Harry quivered and gave an awkward smile. “I’d almost forgotten. I’m sorry.”
He turned to look at Flora and me. “I have an appointment. I’m leaving now.”
Then he left with John.
“Wow, when did they become so chummy?” Flora watched Harry and John in bewilderment as they walked away.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. Maybe this is how friendship works between men.”
In the afternoon, I went for my training with Leonard as usual. I was more nervous today than yesterday. On the way, I pondered about what to tell him later. When I arrived at the training gym, it was still empty. Today, I decided to check behind the door as soon as I entered, but I didn’t spot Leonard.
I looked around warily, continuously guessing how he would test me today. The only place for a werewolf to hide in this training gym was behind the door. I carefully swept my eyes over the room, but didn’t see Leonard.
Was he hiding outside the window?
I slowly approached the window and threw it open in one quick movement. I wanted to take him by surprise. But the only things outside the window were a few wild flowers and weeds swaying in the wind.
As I was about to turn around, I suddenly sensed something behind me, similar to what I’d felt yesterday. He was going to play the same trick again. I inwardly smiled with disdain.
I slowed down my breathing, clenched my fists, spun around, and abruptly shouted, “Gotcha!”
“Meow!”
A tiny white cat stood behind me. It was so terrified that its tail stood up straight and its emerald green eyes widened. Then it fainted. I was stunned. I hadn’t expected that a cat would approach me from behind. I crouched down and wiggled its paws to make sure it was okay.
At this moment, Leonard rushed into the gym. I looked up at him awkwardly. I didn’t say anything, but just stared at him quietly.
He gave a dry cough and said, “Sorry, I overslept.”
I was speechless.