The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Amused, I didn't know whether to burst into tears or laughter. Rin and Rufus had never liked each other, ever since the first time they met. It seemed the two still hadn't reconciled.

"Rufus looks mean, but you'll know how good a man he is as time goes by," I said gently, rubbing Rin's head comfortingly.

Rin whined and withdrew its head, as if it begged to differ.

Thinking for a while, I pulled out the whistle Rufus had given to me from under my collar. "Look. Rufus made this whistle for me so that I could meet you whenever I wanted."

Rin's beady eyes glanced at the carefully carved whistle in my hand. Without saying anything, it swung its big tail to the ground. I knew it was its way of telling me that its attitude was softening towards Rufus,

so I added, "Rin, Rufus is my mate. If you can't accept him, I'll be very, very sad." I pretended to be sad and wiped imaginary tears from my eyes. "Just look at him! He looks so pitiful. If I just leave him here, he'll be eaten by a wild beast. And If he dies, I can't keep on living in this world."

Rin lowered its head and whined anxiously, as though to reassure me that it understood where I was coming from.

buried my face in my hands, pretending to be sad, peeking at Rin

cons. Finally, it rubbed its nose against the

Rin. But I still need to ask a little favor of you." I smiled at it sheepishly. "You see, Yana

and stomped its big paw indignantly. Then, it took a step forward and approached Rufus

stepped on Rufus' limp hand. Then it raised its head and howled. A brown wild wolf suddenly ran towards us. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on

for a long time before

a sideway glance then raised its

turned out that Rin

wolf. When he was secure, Rin led us through the

off my phone to prevent being tracked. Then I went to the lake and gathered some water on a lotus leaf to clean Rufus' dirty and

to wipe his face. His chin

at it questioningly. But Rin just

then continued to deal with Rufus' wounds. A little while later,

the blood off Rufus' body, my expression darkening. Although most of the wounds had stopped bleeding, it was clear that they

a fever. I tried to lower his temperature by pressing wet cloth to his