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.

Rufus with us, okay? Don't make me leave him here." I buried my

Rufus, as though it was weighing pros and cons. Finally, it rubbed its nose against the back of my hand, as if to say that it

you so much, Rin. But I still need to ask a little favor of you." I smiled at it

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

paw and stepped on Rufus' limp hand. Then it raised

wolves lowered their heads and whispered for a long time

a sideway glance then

that Rin was still

as I hoisted Rufus onto the back of the brown wolf. When

off the brown wolf's back, I hurried to turn off my phone to prevent being tracked.

a coma. I carefully made him drink some water first. Then I pulled his shirt off and ripped it into small shreds to use as rags to wipe his face. His chin had been scratched. There was blood caked around the wounds. Additionally, there was

squatted down next to me and snorted. I turned to look at it questioningly. But Rin just covered its eyes with its forepaws, as

head then continued to deal with Rufus' wounds. A little while later, Rin stood up to leave, as

the wounds had stopped bleeding, it was clear that they were

felt worryingly warm. He had a fever. I tried to lower his temperature by pressing wet cloth to his forehead. Fortunately, it didn't take long before his temperature finally dropped. But he still refused to wake