The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"He was absent during the morning exercise. I heard he asked for a leave," Flora answered while eating.

"If we ask for a leave and the reason is not valid, we'll be given punishment. If I heard correctly, he was told to run thirty laps today." Harry took another forkful of pasta and shoved it in his mouth. He seemed to like this pasta a lot. In fact, he was on his third plate of pasta already.

"Well, was he the one who took the rooster? I heard that there was supposed to be a rooster at the school that crows every morning, but I didn't hear anything today," Flora thought out loud.

Harry choked on his food when he heard what Flora said, a string of pasta coming out of his nostril.

I froze up at the scene, trying my best not to laugh so as not to humiliate Harry's fragile ego. If I burst out laughing, he would definitely never want to be with us again.

"Here, wipe it." Embarrassed, Flora brought out some tissue paper and handed it to the poor guy.

Harry took the tissue in dejection. He looked as if he had coughed his brains out along with the pasta.

time that Warren also arrived at the canteen. Like me, there was no food left for him

to pass by our table, and somehow I felt

here. Do you want some?" I

wouldn't hurt to share some

looked at me in disgust and scoffed. I lowered my head in shame and carried on eating, not

maybe Warren was different. I knew a lot of werewolves in this school didn't like me, but I thought that Warren would be kinder, which was why I offered him my food. Obviously, I had

didn't leave immediately after dismissing me. He turned to Flora

to be terrified by him, but she managed a little nod. She was probably

are you making friends with the slave? It's going to bring shame to our pack,

The way he talked about me made me angry, but a part of me felt more disappointed. Because Warren always seemed to be alone, I thought he could be something else. It turned out that he was no different from all the other hateful

immediately dropped his fork and stood up. "What the hell are you talking about? Show some

spat, looking down at my food. "Only a poor and ill-mannered werewolf would think to offer

not hesitate to grab Warren by his collar. "If you're so high up and arrogant, then prove it. Let's fight, right here and now. I'll teach you what respect

a word, but his eyes were full of determination as