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 steadily. I glanced at his wound

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

and so was warren.

react, Warren was already close to me. My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare arms, and his usual sober eyes were

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

nervous to see him acting weird, so

my flesh,

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

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

frantically moved my hands to break free from the shackles. Meanwhile, my brain began to race as I tried to figure

all this had 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

mine. Sweat beaded his

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