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.

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

fell on the hard concrete. That was when I realized my legs were also tied. Warren continued to walk

and so was warren. Everything about the current situation made me

I saw the blue veins stand out

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

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

rope. The friction tore my

small movement made

like a ton of bricks. Someone had drugged me.

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

well. The mastermind behind all this had plotted to make us have sex. The thought frightened me. I looked up and saw Warren close the

beaded his face. His hands were

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