The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I was in a fret the whole afternoon, and I couldn't focus on Blair's teaching at all.

Worse was, I saw apparitions from time to time, always seeing Rufus standing on the podium instead of Blair.

After class, I refused to have dinner with Flora. I went to the training ground alone and stayed there to practice more.

I hit the punching bag crazily, trying to distract myself and drive Rufus out of my mind. But it was in vain. Not only did his image appear in my mind, but I also heard his voice from time to time. He was like an all-pervasive air, occupying every part of my body.

After a few hundred punches, I finally stopped. I went to get some water but then I realized I still couldn't help thinking about Rufus.

be when he knew that I wouldn't attend the ball. He must be very angry. Maybe he would invite Alina, who was a noble lady, to be

Alina being together, I felt very

despair and continued to vent my depression on the punching

to ask me to practice with you? You are getting

suddenly sounded behind

from his words, he seemed to have been watching me in the dark for a long time. But I was not in the mood to respond to him. I just focused on the punching bag in front of me, sweat streaming down my forehead to my eyes.

bag irritably, and it wobbled from side to side. I tightened

upset. But there are some things you can't solve in this way. Come on, let's talk." "Fuck off! You

Alina's side. And

off my gloves and the bandage, intending to go somewhere

didn't seem to care about my cold attitude at all. He just jumped into the battle ring as if he was eager to