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.

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

my arms in low spirits. Every time I thought of Rufus and Alina being together, I felt very irritated, but I didn't know why. It was what I

continued to

ask me to practice with

voice suddenly sounded behind

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. "Sylvia, I know you are very upset now. I can help

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

you can't solve in this way. Come on, let's talk." "Fuck off! You

side. And now, he even deliberately appeared in front

took off my gloves

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