The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I stood at the door of Sylvia's room, leaning against the wall, smoking indifferently. The cigarette seemed to ease my mind for a bit. Sylvia was not in a good condition. Although she said she was fine, I could see that she was merely trying her best to control her emotions.

The thing I wanted was right in front of me. But I couldn't touch it or claim it as mine.

"It's not like you, Rufus," Omar said.

"Why? What's wrong with me?" I asked as I took out another cigarette and put it in my mouth.

"You never cared about such things before."

I took out the lighter and lit the cigarette. "I brought her back but couldn't protect her well."

your fault, Rufus. Your mate is very determined. Perhaps she doesn't need your protection but a chance to

of smoke as I thought about what he said. I recalled that when I saved Sylvia from Shawn, Sylvia was

from the room snapped

is very emotional now," Omar reminded

pair of scissors. I quickly ran to her as panic wracked my nerves. "Sylvia! Put them down!" I shouted. I thought she was going to hurt herself, so my mind suddenly stopped working,

clasped her long locks and cut them

and her delicate nose was slightly red. As she looked at me, I saw her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. It seemed obvious that she had cried

her in

and anxious when I saw her waving the scissors

answer. She clenched the cut locks and stared at me in silence before she finally

in the Royal Military School. I'm willing to

in this narrow space. I looked at her

a long time, I finally gathered myself to speak. "Stay with me. I will protect you. What happened