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.

had ever expected from myself. I transformed back into my human form, gasping for air and looking for Rufus at the stands. He was too far away for me to read the expression on his face. I was little disappointed I

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

aware of my weaknesses. Once my strength had run out, it was difficult for me to maintain my high speed. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

was only a short distance, but

underfed for many years, Yana. It's expected our strength is not at its peak right now. That makes me even prouder of what

my hands on my knees. The second part

my expectation." A strange man appeared beside me,

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

thin.

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

your business," I told him