The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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A gust of strong wind blew, carrying with it a faint smell of blood mixed with the cold smell of licorice came-Rufus' scent.

This proved that Rufus was inside the manor. The situation was bad. I grew even more anxious and shook the gate hard in an attempt to get in, but the gate was securely locked from the outside. Obviously, someone wanted to make sure Rufus wouldn't get out.

"Damn it! I can tell that Omar's totally lost control of himself." Yana paced back and forth anxiously.

Finally, a fierce look of determination flashed in her eyes and she picked up a rock from the ground. In one swift motion, she smashed the rock against the lock, deforming it slightly. Unfortunately, this wasn't enough to break the lock.

"What should I do... I think Omar's been injured. I can tangibly feel that he's in pain!" Out of sheer desperation, Yana threw away the stone and thrashed at the chains with her bare claws. But it was futile. Soon her paws were red and swollen.

Yana broke down into sobs. "Sylvia, my paws hurt. We need to find another way to get in!" "I scanned the perimeter and we can only get in through the gate," I said as calmly as possible. I couldn't make Yana more agitated than she already was. "Rufus is waiting for me. I have to get in. Yana, please stay strong!"

to the sky and howled, thrashing at the lock with all her strength. The

"Finally!" Yana cried excitedly.

the gate open. But just as I

my way," I said in a low, bone-chillingly cold voice. If my guess was right, these were Richard's

command, they charged at me. I kicked the man in the lead away, but worry consumed my heart. I was severely outnumbered and I was running out of time. "Sylvia, you have to find a way to get

couldn't spare the time to fight

dodging an incoming punch. I grabbed the weapon

God! Omar!" Yana suddenly shrieked in my mind. Then, all of

wrong? What happened with

Yana nervously, but she didn't respond. I couldn't help but

defeat us. You're severely outnumbered. Surrender!" the man

my fists, helplessly angry. Rage surged through my veins. It felt as though gas was expanding in my stomach and that I was about