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 coming from, but

to run out of strength. There were much too many for me to hold

already. I'm not sure

was approaching me. He grabbed onto my

have time to look at the wound carefully. I had to turn around and knock

smell of blood, which seemed to drive these

in pain. He asked in concern, "Did

In order not to worry Omar, I had

to spring up while Rufus' attention was on me. But Omar had pressed down too tightly for him to be able to move. With one

gray wolf howled in

as doing so only gave Omar a clear view of his vulnerable neck.

mangled wolf, a gloomy aura emitting from his body. Raising his head, he howled into the sky. The deep sound echoed into the ground, making it tremble slightly. The aura of a king was enough to

looked at Omar with vigilance. None of them dared to move forward. Sᴇaʀch