The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Flora's POV:

Blair gave me a suspicious look and seemed to have something to ask me. But in the end, he gave up and threw the key to the equipment room to Tom. Then he waved at us, gesturing us to leave.

On the way, I deliberately walked slower than Tom to just follow behind him, eager to take action.

When we finally reached a corner where no one was around, I rushed over and hit Tom's head directly.

I wanted to knock him out. However, my hand hurt so much, but Tom stood still and even turned his head to glare at me.

I smiled awkwardly. "That... was an accident... I, I tripped..."

Obviously, my excuse was too far-fetched. Of course, Tom didn't buy it. He grabbed my collar with one hand and asked, "Are you challenging me?"

Now that he had already seen through me, I pushed his hand away and rushed up to fight with him.

"Harry, come on! Hurry and help me!" I jumped onto Tom's back and pulled his mouth with both hands. Then I shouted at Harry, "Hit him!"

going on?" Although Harry was confused, he still

like an unbreakable shield, and his body was as hard as a stone wall. He was so ashamed into anger that he threw me to the ground. Then he picked me up like an eagle grabbing a chick and smashed me to the ground again. I could

quickly threw a punch at

advantage of this opportunity. I immediately jumped up and hit Tom on the neck. He was knocked unconscious before he

after I took the key from Tom that I had gotten the chance to explain everything to Harry and

what shall we do next?" Harry

go to the equipment room." After saying this, I patted him on the shoulder and added, "I'll leave him to

Sylvia's POV:

running out, and

was a little high,

was a ladder there. I leaned it against the

stood at the top of the ladder, jumped hard, and grabbed the

long time because it was already covered with thick

I directly smashed the skylight with my fist. After punching it about a dozen times, it finally shattered into pieces. But the back of my hand was cut by the broken

myself up, and crawled out. Then I turned my head and looked at Warren on the floor.

of the equipment room was a Gothic spire. Although there was only one floor, the roof

smooth ground, so I fell like a piece of dead meat. My elbows and knees rubbed hard against the rough concrete surface,