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."

very determined. Perhaps she doesn't need your protection but a

Sylvia from Shawn, Sylvia was fighting against Shawn's men on her own.

from the room snapped me out of my

that Sylvia's wolf is very emotional now," Omar

trash can and pushed the door open. My heart leaped to my throat when I saw Sylvia holding a 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

lowered her head and ignored me. Before I could react, she clasped her long locks and cut them

to glow, and her delicate nose was slightly red. As she looked at me, I

my impulse to hold her in my

flustered and anxious when I saw her waving the scissors toward

in silence before she finally made up

study in the Royal Military School. I'm willing to pay any price for that. Please give me a chance,

trembling yet resolute voice echoed in this narrow space. I looked at her

you. What happened today won't happen again. I promise."