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.

His sudden reaction startled me. Before I could figure out what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but steadily. I glanced

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

was warren. Everything about the

grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on

get out of this place first!" I stared at Warren and

nervous to see him acting weird, so I had to find a way to save

the rope. The friction tore my flesh,

Even a small movement made

ton of bricks. Someone had

down my spine, and I frantically moved my hands to break free from the shackles. Meanwhile, my brain began to race as

sex. The thought frightened me. I looked up and saw Warren close the

shoulders, and his bloodshot eyes stared at mine. Sweat beaded his face. His hands

seem to feel any pain. I bit him