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!"

was confused, he still joined

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

understood what I meant. He quickly threw

up and hit Tom on the neck. He was knocked unconscious before

had gotten the chance to explain everything to Harry and

shall we do

Tom away and find a place to hide him. And don't let anyone go to the equipment room." After saying this, I patted him on the shoulder and added, "I'll leave him to you then. I'll just go to the equipment

Sylvia's POV:

patience was running out, and I

a little high, but it was the only way I could possibly get

there. I leaned it against the wall

top of the ladder, jumped hard, and grabbed the edge of the

time because it was already covered with thick rust. I tried pushing the

felt that I was about to lose my strength, I got so anxious that I directly smashed the skylight with my fist. After punching it about a dozen times, it finally

out. Then I turned my head and looked at Warren on the

equipment room was a Gothic spire. Although there was only one floor, the roof was very high. I looked down and swallowed nervously; then I closed

My elbows and knees rubbed hard against the rough concrete surface, and blood seeped