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."

Rufus. Your mate is very determined. Perhaps she doesn't need your

about what he said. I recalled that when I saved Sylvia from Shawn, Sylvia was fighting against Shawn's men on her own. The unyielding look on her face was deeply etched in my mind; she

then, the loud bang from the room

I feel that Sylvia's wolf is very emotional now,"

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

she clasped her

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

hold her in my arms. "Don't play

flustered and anxious when I saw

locks and stared at me in silence before she finally made up her mind. Sylvia place her right hand over her heart and

Military School. I'm willing

echoed in this narrow space. I looked

finally gathered myself to speak. "Stay with me. I will protect you. What happened today won't happen again. I promise." Sylvia looked up at me with