The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"Sylvia, you got paired up with Warren," Harry said with worry in his eyes.

I nodded, pursing my lips and feeling uneasy. Even though I was used to people being hostile with me, I couldn't understand why Warren was being so rude to me when we haven't even had any interactions in the past. From afar, he was a silent and well-behaved werewolf compared to the other students. But how come he would act so differently towards me?

"You have to be careful. He might play some dirty tricks on you," Harry warned, squinting his eyes. He then turned to Flora and asked, "Wait, you're from the same pack, right? What do you know about this guy?"

"I know Warren isn't the type to play dirty. Back home, he's mostly an upright guy who doesn't even like conflict." Flora frowned in confusion. "In fact, it was very strange how he acted this morning. I've never seen him with that much emotion." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Well, now I'm more nervous."

the gloomy Warren,

just one finger. So can you!" Harry arrogantly waved his fists in the air. "Oh please, Harry! Warren is actually very strong. He's the strongest one in our pack's younger generation. He's just restraining himself here and not recklessly showing off like you are." Flora rolled her eyes

the arrogant pomp that he was, Harry was not convinced by what Flora said. "Well, it just means your pack is weak. Him? The strongest in your

to fight him one day. Don't come crying back to me." Flora

a hundred Warrens all on my own!" Harry straightened his back and put his hands on his hips, shrugging. "I wonder why Blair didn't pair me with Warren instead. I'm the one who needs a stronger opponent. Have you seen the small, skinny kid he paired up with me? Does he

with. It was John, whose hair was cropped neatly in a crew cut. He was very thin and short with fair skin. His eyes seemed too big

you, but he was ranked seventh. That's two places above you, Harry," I warned Harry, afraid that he would carelessly underestimate his own opponent just by

waved his hand in dismissal, not taking me seriously. I was expecting him to be this arrogant, so I knew

jumped onto the stage with excitement. He pointed his finger

helplessly. The expressions on both of our faces were too complex for words.