Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus’ POV:

Right after Sylvia finished speaking, all the other werewolves in the room burst into hysterical laughter.Not only were they mocking her, but they were also gloating.

"Is she crazy? Is she seriously challenging Harry?"

"She must think too much of herself!"

"Look, Harry.This slave thinks she can take you down!"

"Come on, Harry.Show her how strong you are!"

They said many more different things, but they all agreed that this challenge was absolutely ridiculous.

I gave Sylvia a worried look, hoping she would see that I also disapprove of this reckless challenge. Although these werewolves had just been newly admitted to the school, they had all probably been trained since childhood.

Sylvia was already at a huge disadvantage.

Not to mention that the werewolf Sylvia happened to choose was the son of Sunset Pack's Alpha. had heard of his talent in fighting, although he was a little too arrogant.

His strength alone got him ranked at the top of this batch's applicants, so I supposed he had the right to be arrogant.

The laughter went on for a minute more until Harry himself walked out of the crowd and confidently accepted the challenge.

"I'll take on the challenge.I'd be happy to put a slave in their place anytime and show them our difference in strength!”

Harry pounded his chest.

I wanted to stop this, but I then saw the stubborn look on Sylvia's face.She did not want me to interfere at all.

"Excuse me, everyone, but can we arrange this later instead? The placement exam is about to begin."

Finally, the dean stood up to intervene with anxiety written all over his face.

He was sure this fight wasn't going to end well.

I patted him on the back to commend his sensibility, but I didn't know why my touch seemed to make him tremble all over.

"What's the placement exam?" Sylvia tugged on my sleeve and whispered.

I lowered my head and replied, "On the second day of the new term, a placement exam is held.The test is divided into three parts- speed, strength, and combat skills. The results of this exam is what determines which class the students will be put in, namely A to F."

"Maybe we should let this little slave take this exam too." Richard chimed in all of a sudden, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Her name is Sylvia," I growled.

I had already lost my patience and didn’t bother addressing him this way.l didn't care about his feelings or that he would be embarrassed.I wasn't going to play along with his little show of being perfect brothers.

Richard's face darkened, but only for a split second.He put on a smile again before anyone could notice.l wanted to roll my eyes.

He was so pretentious.

Richard flicked his nose, ignoring how I had just talked to him.

"Fine.Sylvia," he turned to her and said.

"If your score is enough to get you into Class C or above, I can make an exception and grant you admission into the school.”

It may have sounded kind, but this was the least of Richard's intentions.

Sylvia was going to be up against the elite students from packs all over the country.

As if that wasn't enough, Classes A to C were the more exclusive sections, with fewer slots to fill compared with the lower classes.

It was practically impossible for Sylvia to garner a score high enough to get into at least Class C.

"I believe this is a reasonable offer, right?"

Richard turned to the crowd.

Sure enough, no one objected to this ridiculous offer.

In fact, they were all smiling widely, confident that Sylvia did not stand a chance at passing at all. Just when I was about to refuse, Sylvia stepped forward and accepted the challenge

"Deal," she said with pure determination.

I swore I even saw excitement flash in her eyes.

It was at this moment where I was convinced she could be a fearless warrior, not even flinching at a challenge placed before her.

I swallowed my words and stared at Sylvia in silence.

A string in my heart was struck, disrupting my thoughts.