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.

let's take Rufus with us, okay? Don't make me leave him here." I buried my face in my hands,

was weighing pros and cons. Finally, it rubbed its

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

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

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 FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

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

Rufus a sideway glance

out that

back of the brown wolf.

wolf's back, I hurried to turn off my phone to prevent being tracked. Then I went to the lake and gathered some water on

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 a swelling purple bruise

squatted down next to me and snorted. I turned to look at it questioningly. But Rin just covered its eyes with its forepaws, as if it couldn't bear to look

smile, I touched its head then continued to deal with Rufus' wounds. A little while later, Rin stood up to leave, as though it had grown

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

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