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.

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

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

weird, and so was warren. Everything about the current

when I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his usual sober eyes

you okay? Say something! What the hell is going on?! Let's get out of this place

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

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

shirt stick to my back. Even a small movement made me

had drugged me.

the shackles. Meanwhile,

plotted to make us have sex. The thought frightened me. I looked up and saw Warren close the distance between us. "Warren, calm down!" Before I could react, Warren pounced

grabbed my shoulders, and his bloodshot eyes stared at mine. Sweat beaded his face. His hands were hot as

bite his hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. I