Sylvia's POV:
"What's the matter?"
I was surprised to see Warren, the arrogant, eccentric werewolf, walk up to me. He despised me, after all. Why did he want to talk to me now? Warren cleared his throat and shifted on his feet as if he were in a dilemma. After hesitating for a long time, I saw him blush. He didn't seem like the same strong, powerful werewolf anymore.
"What are you waiting for?" Flora asked anxiously as she scratched her head.
Seeing Warren look at her, Flora hid behind me. "I didn't mean to urge you. I was afraid the canteen would close, and we all might end up starving."
Warren nodded in understanding. "You go to the canteen. I only want to talk to Sylvia."
"No way! Is it something I shouldn't hear?" Flora pouted to show her disagreement.
I knew she was worried about me. After all, Warren had injured me last time.
I comforted her with a smile. "Flora, you go first. I'll join you soon."
Flora studied my face for a moment and then nodded. "All right. I'll get something for you as well. Remember to come and eat as soon as possible."
With that, she ran away like a chick who had just escaped from the cage.
I smiled with amusement and walked to a secluded place with Warren.
Warren turned around and looked at me. "Are you going to attend the ball on Friday evening?" My face darkened, and my vigilance reached its peak. "How did you know that?"
"It's none of your business." Warren grew irritable all of a sudden. He looked both annoyed and anxious. "Do you know what purpose this ball serves?"
"No. I don't," I answered him coldly. His unreasonable questions offended me. Even though I had a vague idea of the purpose of the party, Rufus asked me to be his date himself, and I didn't want to retreat.
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