The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I ran all the way out of the dormitory. The wind and my breathing intertwined and passed by my ears. As the cold wind blew on my face, I felt the pain. But I didn't have time to care about it because the pain in my heart was even worse. It was as if my whole heart was being fried.

I liked Rufus, and he was the only one who occupied my heart. But I had actually forgotten such an important thing as the full moon.

Rufus must be in so much pain now. And thinking of this, I couldn't help but want to cry. I hated myself because there was nothing I could do to help him.

When I arrived at the school gate, I was stopped by the same guards who stopped me yesterday.

They blocked the gate, wearing straight faces. "Why are you here again?"

"Please let me pass. I really have something important to do today." After saying this, I anxiously looked at the full moon in the sky, wondering how Rufus was doing now.

also said the same last night." One of the men wearing green stripes uniform seemed to be their leader. He walked up to me with a serious face and said,

once, please. It's really a matter of life and death." As I spoke, I passed through the gap between them. No

me to the other side. "If I say you can't go out, you can't go

will be too late." I was grief-stricken. Every minute and second passed was torture for me. How could I wait until

his hand and said, "Go! You can't go out. If you insist, don't blame us for being rude

to break out. "You can do whatever you

expelled from the academy," the leader

"Just

"You little girl, I swear you can't walk out

swarmed up, and even the two guards, who

three tall guards. They pressed my shoulders so hard

image. But I got even more desperate when I

sounded behind me. I turned my head in pleasant surprise because I recognized it was Blair. I had a class with him every day, so I was very familiar with his voice. "What are you looking at? Behave yourself," said one of the guards holding my shoulders. He increased the strength of his hand discontentedly. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt