The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Warren's POV:

When the six of us broke into three groups, we each chose a path and continued exploring the forest.

Tom and I were in the same group but neither of us spoke a word. I was a withdrawn man, so talking didn't come naturally to me. But it was strange for Tom, a loud and lively student of Class A, to stay eerily silent.

He would only say a few words whenever we came across some wild animals.

At first, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. But when I spotted a familiar black tattoo on his arm, I felt that I had seen that pattern somewhere.

Tom seemed to have noticed that I was observing him. Without a word, he pulled down his sleeves and covered the black tattoo from my sight. Shortly after, it started raining-hard. It quickly became difficult to walk along the muddy mountain road. Just then, the ground began to shake violently.

"A wild elephant's passing nearby." Tom could tell only by the sound. I couldn't help but steal a glance at him in awe.

He smiled at me and continued to walk forward.

Tom had a distinct look. He had a large black mole on the corner of his forehead, and he was obviously fit. He had a tough look about him, but upon a closer look, there seemed to be a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

my mind, but I still couldn't remember how I

couldn't help but ask him

else. People say I have a common face." Tom didn't even look at me as he answered. It was as though he didn't take my question seriously. Soon we reached a

cliff was so steep that we couldn't see the bottom, only mist. The strong wind blowing up from the bottom of the cliff was so violent that it whipped at our clothes. And it was howling. We could barely hear each other over the sound of

at Tom, indicating for him to look for the blue

in circles, we didn't see any signs of the cornflower. Just then, the wind stopped howling. It was still raining, but the dark clouds in the sky parted slightly, allowing the sunlight

weather's so fickle." Tom looked up at the sky, deep

go back and look for Sylvia and the others. We have

Just as we were turning around to leave,

immediately whirled

a crack

that Tom had such a good

the cliff and peered down, but

a few more steps forward. It's to your right," Tom stood

had dissipated a little, revealing a rugged ridge of sharp rocks. I looked around carefully but didn't see any crack like Tom had mentioned. When I was about to turn around, Tom walked to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and pointed