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.

I wouldn't attend the ball. He must be very angry. Maybe he would invite Alina, who was a noble lady, to be his date tonight. She

Alina being together, I felt very irritated, but I didn't know why. It was what I wanted, right? It

despair and continued to vent my depression on

your emotions alone, don't you think it's better to ask me

voice suddenly

mood to respond to him. I just focused on the punching bag in front of me, sweat streaming down my forehead to my eyes. "Sylvia, I know you are very upset now. I can help you. Come and fight with me. It's time

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

are some things you can't solve in this way. Come on, let's talk." "Fuck off! You are so annoying," I suddenly turned around and snapped at

annoying? Obviously, he was on Alina's side. And now, he even deliberately appeared in front

my gloves and the bandage, intending to go

Warren didn't seem to care about my cold attitude at all.