The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

"How can that slave be so fast?"

I heard everyone around me exclaim. They were all surprised at Sylvia's speed.

I pursed my lips, and my eyes closely followed the snow-white figure. Pride and joy involuntarily filled my entire body.

In her wolf form, Sylvia's fluffy hair slightly shone under the sunlight. Her running posture was majestic. And with a few tufts of dark red hair on top of her head swaying, she looked more charming. I couldn't help but want to hold her in my arms and touch her head.

jumping up and down in my head. He kept expressing his incomparable appreciation and joy to Sylvia's wolf. It took me a

sensed a trace of praise in his voice, which was very rare. Obviously, he was really surprised. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt

more rounds in the competition. Isn't it too early to praise her now?" Sitting in the main seat, my mother looked at the square with disdain. "If a slave can enter Class C, then the quality of

of poison to infect the whole tun of wine." After

shout out a forbearing warning. I didn't want to fight with

mother immediately understood what I meant, and her face darkened at once. She was about

in a soft voice, putting the teacup down on the table on the other side. "The military academy trains talents for the royal family, so where they come from is not really that important. It doesn't matter if Sylvia is just a slave. As long as

Then everyone quickly agreed with

pretty girl. But it seemed that I was wrong. At least she had some

considerate. Whoever marries you will be so lucky," my mother praised