The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The dark pit was damp and gloomy. My clothes were already soaked.

The weather in the forbidden forest was unpredictable. It was sunny a while ago, but it was raining now. The howling wind frightened me.

I crouched behind the giant rock to shield myself but it was useless. The downpour grew violent with every passing minute.

My hair stuck to my cheeks, and I broke into a cold sweat. Every bone in my body hurt. I tried moving, but the beast trap crushed my arm and held me in place.

The paths in the forbidden forest were intricate, and wild animals appeared from time to time. I ran away from the wild eyes and fell into the beast trap in a fit of panic.

held me in

the trap. My energy gradually drained, and I couldn't even move a

soon dried up, but the wind didn't manage to cool down my ever-increasing

to hold

and felt a little dizzy. "Yana,

don't you turn into a wolf?"

to Yana and turned into a wolf. Then, I tried

couldn't open the beast trap, which seemed to worsen the situation. The trap got tighter and crushed my bones. If she

the soil. I bent down to control my pain. The burning heat that had calmed a bit surged up again. I sobbed sadly. My legs subconsciously rubbed against each other. Living somehow felt worse than

on. Or try transforming into a wolf again. Give

as I was about to fully lose conscience, I heard a faint noise outside the pit as if someone was fighting. Judging from the muted noise, I sensed it was