The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I walked up to Blair as if I saw a savior. "Sir, please help me get out. I really must see Rufus today."

"Why do you want to see him?" Blair asked with a frown.

I was silent for a moment before I answered, "I can help him."

Blair didn't say anything. He seemed hesitant, and I knew why. But there were too many werewolves present, so I couldn't be too straightforward.

I was so anxious that I paced back and forth. Then I turned to him and said, "I don't know how to explain it to you, but please trust me. I really can help him."

Blair thought for a while. Then finally, he made up his mind. "Okay. I trust you, Sylvia."

After saying this, he approached the leader of the guards and signed a note for me. The leader of the guards glared at me. But with the note from a teacher in his hand, he finally ordered his men to let me go. "I'll leave Rufus to you. Go ahead." Blair patted me on the head like a loving brother.

I nodded at him gratefully and said, "Thank you." Then I ran all the way to Rufus' palace without hesitation.

as I arrived at the door, I was stopped by the palace guards again. I ignored them and called out Rufus' name aloud, but no one responded. I wondered if the curse was attacking him now.

few steps. Then I held one of the guards' shoulders

back to their senses, they chased after me. I quickly went up the stairs and rushed forward at the fastest

to run forward regardless of anything. After passing through a gallery of frescoes, I arrived at Rufus' room. A black chain was tied on the door of his room, and the surroundings were terribly quiet, giving off an

stopped far away. They just strained their necks and didn't dare to approach

door without

the door, trying to hear any sound inside. But

in the distance and shouted, "Open

in refusal. I could see the trace of fear on their faces. "Don't make things difficult for us. Prince Rufus firmly told us that no one is allowed to open the door." "If you don't dare to open it, I'll do it myself." I fiddled with the chain angrily, trying to ask the guards to give me the

the guards still refused to come forward, looking very afraid. "You'd

the keys to me. I'll take responsibility for whatever

my best to cut the thorns at my feet to find and protect the love of my life. For the first time

and indecision in me had long disappeared. I

took a few steps back. "Don't bother. This chain was specially made

I glared at the guards fiercely. "I will get in, with or without your