The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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.

hold you in my arms?" Rufus frowned in disagreement.

I looked at him helplessly. "I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of the pit

the height of the pit. "With the springing ability of the werewolf, I'll effortlessly carry you out. But there is one problem though; I don't know

frightened by the wolves that I fell into the trap." I looked up -- it was foggy outside. "I think the wolves must have left because

I heard the howling of wolves. I looked up at him,

chuckled. "They are still waiting for

deep breath and gently tapped his chest. "Put me down. It's a bit awkward to talk this way." Rufus finally put me down and smoothed my hair. "There are wolves outside. We

gray wolf stared at us from above. He snarled

and are waiting outside

wolf looked intelligent." I looked at Rufus in surprise. "And it's strange. Why are these wild wolves coming after us? It looks like they want to

air, getting louder with every passing minute as