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

Finally, it rubbed its nose against

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

its big paw indignantly. Then,

thought it had agreed to my request. Just as I was helping Rufus up, Rin raised its front paw and stepped on Rufus' limp hand. Then it raised its head and howled. A brown wild wolf suddenly ran towards us. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

whispered for a long time before finally, the brown wolf walked to me

a sideway glance then raised

turned out that Rin was

hoisted Rufus onto the back of the brown wolf. When he was secure, Rin led us

phone to prevent being tracked. Then I went to the lake and gathered some water

wipe his face. His chin had been scratched. There was blood caked around the wounds. Additionally, there was a swelling purple bruise on his forehead,

snorted. I turned to look at it questioningly. But Rin just covered its eyes with its forepaws, as if it couldn't

a gentle smile, I touched its head then continued to deal with Rufus' wounds. A little

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

had a fever. I tried to lower his temperature by pressing wet cloth to his forehead. Fortunately, it didn't take