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.

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

was when I realized

and so was warren. Everything about the

close to me. My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare arms,

on?! Let's get out of this place first!" I stared at Warren

him acting weird, so I had to find a

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

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 not to pant

had drugged me. I had no control over my

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

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

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

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