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.

and trudged toward me slowly but steadily. I glanced at his wound and saw

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

place looked weird, and so was warren. Everything about

My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins

Say something! What the hell is going on?! Let's get out of this place first!" I stared at Warren and

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

rope. The friction tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but

a small movement made me breathless. I bit my tongue and tried not to pant loudly like an animal. The emptiness seemed to

a ton of bricks. Someone had drugged me. I had no control over

spine, and I frantically moved my hands to break free from the shackles. Meanwhile, my

plotted to make us have sex. The thought frightened me. I looked

at mine. Sweat beaded his face.

he didn't seem to feel any pain. I bit him until he bled,