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."

is your fault, Rufus. Your mate is very determined. Perhaps she

Sylvia from Shawn, Sylvia was fighting against Shawn's men on her own. The unyielding look on her face was deeply etched in my

then, the loud bang from the room snapped me out

feel that Sylvia's wolf is very emotional

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

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

shock and continued to stare at her. She ambled toward me, holding her cut locks. Her flawless face seemed to glow, and her delicate nose was slightly red. As she looked at me, I saw her

to hold her in my

when I saw her

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

I'm willing

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

What happened today won't happen again. I