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.

looking for Rufus at the stands. He was too far away for me to read

knew you could make it. Eighth place is

of my weaknesses. Once my strength had run out, it was difficult for me to maintain my

we are strong enough. It was only a

many years, Yana. It's 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 more energy."

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

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

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

are also too thin. I think I can even snap your

the sweat off of my forehead and temples and glared at this man who

your business," I