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 would she leave you alone? Plus, you have

planted a kiss on her forehead. "You're no longer alone, okay? I'll always be

like a beast who had come out of a coma. I closed my eyes, trying my

would find out just how amazing she was. I knew this kind

to notice my internal struggle. She was still reeling from that terrible

big, sad eyes. Finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears, burying her

heaved a sigh of relief, knowing she finally allowed herself to vent her

fake smile plastered on her face ever since we came back from the meeting hall. Although she pretended to be fine, I could see through her facade and knew

a few minutes later, the crying ceased and the woman in my

a glass of water? Burp... I feel... uncomfortable, eh..." Sylvia raised her

her. In the end, I

until she drank

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

arm, her eyes puffy and her nose red. She was still

up the mood, I poked fun at her. "Your puffy

with embarrassment. Covering her face with her hands, she

pulled her hands away from her face and

then wrapped her