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.

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

overbearing and clingy for the first time. I looked at him helplessly. "I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of the pit if you hold me in

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

I fell into the trap." I looked up -- it was foggy outside. "I think the wolves must have left because of the rain." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

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

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put me down and smoothed my hair. "There are wolves outside.

was about to jump up with Rufus, a gray wolf stared at us from above. He snarled at us, narrowing his

yet and are waiting outside the pit,"

surprise. "And it's strange. Why are these wild wolves coming after us? It looks like they

howls of wild wolves reverberated in the air, getting louder with every passing minute as if they were giving out a