The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The wind whistled and cheers echoed in my eyes. I gasped for air, looking at the finishing line that was not so far away now.

"Hold on, Yana! Everyone is rooting for you!" I did my best to give Yana moral support.

Each breath was so dry that my throat felt like it was being scratched by wood chips every time. I was exhausted. My forehead was dripping with sweat, blurring my eyes, but I could not afford to trip now. I knew that if my knees gave way, I would not be able to get up again.

Gritting my teeth, I endured the pain and made my way to the finishing line. As I crossed the line, I closed my eyes and could not help imagining that tall and handsome figure. I wasn't sure if he was looking at

me now.

anything I had ever expected from myself. I transformed back into my human form, gasping for air and looking for Rufus at the stands. He

knew you could make it. Eighth place is already such an amazing result!" I poured praises

of my weaknesses. Once my strength had run out, it was difficult for me to maintain my high speed. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet

we are strong enough. It was only a

expected our strength is not at its peak right now. That makes me even prouder of what you showed today. Don't be too hard on yourself. You'll only waste

my breath, supporting myself by planting my hands on my knees. The second part of the competition was about to

bad with your speed and explosive strength. Quite frankly, it was beyond my expectation." A strange man

the epitome of strength itself. As he talked to me, the other werewolves looked at him from time to time. I just assumed they were appalled that someone would even talk to the slave. Although I appreciate his kindness, I didn't want to make things difficult for him, so I

weak. You are already panting from running a short distance. You are also too thin. I think I can even snap your arms and legs with just one move."

at this man who was still talking. He

none of your