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.

leave him here." I buried my face in my hands, pretending to

cons. Finally, it rubbed its nose against the back of my hand, as if to say

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

its big paw

was helping Rufus up, Rin raised its front paw and stepped on Rufus' limp hand. Then it raised its

and whispered for a long time before finally, the brown wolf

glance then raised its

turned out that Rin was still

I hoisted Rufus onto the back of the brown wolf. When he was secure, Rin led us through the forest until we reached the mouth of a

off my phone to

into small shreds to use as rags to wipe his face. His chin had been scratched. There was blood caked around the wounds. Additionally,

Rin just covered its eyes with its forepaws, as if it

to deal with Rufus' wounds. A little while later, Rin stood up to leave, as though it had

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

a while, Rufus 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