The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

While in bed, I vaguely heard the girl in my arms mutter something in her sleep. I peeled my eyes open and reached out to touch Sylvia's face subconsciously, only to find that her cheeks were stained with tears.

It seemed Sylvia was having a nightmare.

Pursing my lips, I pulled her closer to me, stroking her back gently. But my effort to comfort the sleeping Sylvia was in vain. After a while, she began to sob. I felt so sorry for her that I kissed her eyes and brows over and over again.

Suddenly, Sylvia woke up and called out my name in a panic.

"I'm here, Sylvia. I'm right here." I rubbed her back reassuringly.

"I... I had a bad dream. My mom had left me." Sylvia could barely speak coherently. As though in a trance, she grabbed at my arm with trembling hands. It was clear to me that she hadn't completely come out of her dream yet.

I reached out in the dark and turned on the bedside lamp. Sylvia's face was covered with tears and her eyes were puffy from crying. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Seeing this, I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through her hair. "It was just a dream, Sylvia.

You mom will never abandon you. Even though she couldn't be by your side right now, she would always be watching and protecting you from heaven."

Sylvia's wide eyes looked at me and she whispered in a trembling voice, "Really?"

into my arms, whispering into her ear softly, "Of course. Your mom loved you so much. Why

a kiss on her forehead. "You're no longer alone, okay? I'll always be with you. I love you, Sylvia. I love you so much that I'd be willing to give up my own life for

a beast who had come out of a coma. I closed

my wing forever, so that no one would find out just how amazing she was. I knew this kind of love was suffocating and toxic,

internal struggle. She was still reeling

couldn't help

relief, knowing she finally allowed herself

hall. Although she pretended to be fine, I could see through her facade and knew that she was depressed. I quietly stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her

crying ceased and the woman in

get a glass of water? Burp... I feel... uncomfortable, eh..." Sylvia raised her tearful face and seemed even more

I really wanted to laugh out loud, but was also afraid it would annoy her. In the end, I obliged her and hurriedly got out of

until she drank the whole glass

saw that she had calmed down, I set the glass aside, lifted the blanket, and slipped into bed. I

her head on my arm,

up the mood, I poked fun at her. "Your puffy eyes look like big

with embarrassment. Covering her face

pulled her hands away from her face and

rolled her eyes but then wrapped her arms around my