Sylvia's POV:

A blush flamed my cheeks as I let Rufus dress me.

If I hadn't begged him to stop, he wouldn't have let go of me. It was all my fault; I flirted with him and ignited his desire. Now, I was weak in my knees; my legs refused to carry the weight of my body. The rain grew heavier, and water began to accumulate in the pit.

"Let's get out of here as soon as possible. Otherwise, we will get drowned in water," I said to Rufus.

Rufus nodded and picked me in his arms. "Let's go up first."

"No. I can walk by myself." I gently patted his arm, gesturing for him to put me down.

Rufus frowned in disagreement. "It'll be faster if I carry you. You can barely

looked at him helplessly. "I'm afraid we

of the pit. "With the springing ability of the werewolf, I'll effortlessly carry you out. But there is one

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the howling of wolves. I looked

are still waiting

to talk this way." Rufus finally put me down and smoothed my hair. "There are wolves outside. We have to leave the place as soon as possible, or

with Rufus, a gray wolf stared at us from above. He snarled at

given up yet and are waiting outside the pit,"

strange. Why are these wild

of wild wolves reverberated in the air, getting louder with every

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