The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The gray wolf's eyes were ferocious. On all fours, he reached up to an average person's waist in height. His big tail flicked around like a broom. I could tell he was an agile mover. He didn't confront me head on, but he was moving around erratically, not allowing me to predict what he was going to do next. This made me vulnerable to fall into whatever trap he could think of, which didn't surprise me. I knew all along this one was also as intelligent.

At this time, Omar rushed out, breaking through the pack of wolves he was in. The strong wind blew against his shaggy fur, making him look majestic in a way. "This one's mine."

"Okay." I stepped forward, grazing past his body, and headed straight for the oncoming wolves. Using my sharp claws, I scratched the head of the wolf in front of me, causing him to howl on the spot. If he were a human, he would have been able to express his pain through words.

Seeing this, the other wild wolves bared their teeth and growled, surrounding me in less than a second.

Although these weren't the most powerful wild wolves, I was still very much outnumbered by them. One after the other, they rushed up and attacked me. I had no choice but to fight back.

On the other hand, Omar seemed to be holding his own. He had already pinned down the gray wolf to the ground and gave him a good beating, refusing to even let it resist.

had no idea where all these wild wolves were

run out of strength. There were much too

Finish it already. I'm not sure how

as I spoke, not realizing that a wild wolf was approaching me. He grabbed onto my arms, his black claws tearing open my flesh and wounding it.

carefully. I had to turn around

the air was filled with the smell of blood, which seemed to drive these

wincing in pain. He asked in concern, "Did you

nothing serious. No big deal." In order not to worry Omar, I had

while Rufus' attention was on me. But

gray wolf howled

horrified by this scene, watching the gray wolf struggle in pain. He wriggled around, which was a mistake as doing so only gave Omar a clear view of his vulnerable neck. Instantly,

into the sky. The deep sound echoed into the ground, making it tremble slightly. The aura of a king was enough to suppress the

me and looked at Omar with vigilance. None of them dared to move forward. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet