The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I looked around and saw all kinds of things stuffed in the old equipment room. The doors and windows were sealed. It was winter, but I still felt stuffy.

I tried wriggling out of the rope, but it was secured tightly around my wrists.

I struggled up to my feet and leaned against the wooden frame behind me. My head began to spin, and I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my palm. It felt weird. I couldn't tell why I was sweating.

"Warren, help me!" I shouted.

However, he didn't respond and didn't bother to even look at me. His eyes looked gloomy -- as if he were lost in thought. Blood continued to drip from the horrifying wound on his head.

All of a sudden, Warren smashed the iron door with his fists. The door vibrated, letting out a loud buzz that sounded like a tragic warning.

out what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but steadily. I glanced at his wound and saw that blood was still

wound hurt? What the hell happened? Who hurt you?" I tried standing up, but my legs gave away, and I fell on the hard concrete. That was when I realized my legs were also tied. Warren continued to walk toward me without saying anything. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

looked weird, and so was warren. Everything about the

to me. My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out

Let's get out of this place first!" I stared at Warren and sensed that something was wrong

to see him acting weird, so I had to

wrists to loosen the rope. The friction tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but

and my heart drummed in my chest. I felt my shirt stick to my back. Even a small movement made me breathless. I bit my tongue and tried not to pant loudly

of bricks. Someone had drugged me. I had no control

free from the shackles. Meanwhile, my brain began to race as I tried to figure out

The thought frightened me. I looked up and

stared at mine. Sweat beaded his face. His hands were hot as he seemed to

best to bite his hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. I bit him until he bled, but the man refused to let go