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.

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 his date tonight. She was so beautiful, and she had a noble background. She was a perfect

in low spirits. Every time I thought of Rufus and Alina being together, I felt very irritated,

stood up in despair and continued to vent my depression on the

emotions alone, don't you think it's better to ask me to practice with you? You are

voice suddenly sounded behind

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

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

solve in this way. Come on, let's talk." "Fuck off! You are so annoying," I suddenly turned

was on Alina's side. And

gloves and the bandage, intending to go somewhere

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