The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Rufus would never call me during training sessions unless there was an emergency.

I ran to the training ground as fast as I could and saw Rufus He was wearing his military uniform. It seemed like he had just come from the training as well.

"What happened?" I asked, gasping for breath.

Rufus wiped the sweat on my forehead and looked at me. "Lena has been exempted from a death sentence because of her meritorious testimony."

My eyes widened in surprise. Most of the werewolves involved in Mateo's case were sentenced to death, except a few, who couldn't stand the torture and committed suicide before the trial.

"But they have exiled her. She will have to remain at the border and never return." Rufus eyed me with concern. "She is leaving the royal palace now. Lena wants to see you for one last time." "Why does she want to see me?" I bit my lip, not knowing what to do.

So many years had passed, and a lot had changed. We weren't the same as before. I would never get to see the gentle and kind Lena in my memory.

mother. The pain had left an indelible scar in my heart. I couldn't just

it weren't for Lena,

had treated me when I was a child, my sensibility and reason began to fight against each

evil. She just had her own selfish motive,

even if you choose not to see

thought for a while. Then, I finally made up my mind. "I'm going to see her." Lena had received her deserved punishment. I would be seeing her for the

wanted closure and to

hearing my answer, Rufus took me

soldiers escorting Lena from afar. There were several other sinners, along with Lena, who had committed other crimes and were exiled. The long troop extended outside the gate of the palace.

got close, the escorting officer stopped us. "You can't see the

I'll

moment's hesitation, the officer finally compromised. "Hurry

brought Lena

eyes were red and swollen, with traces of puss in the corners. Lena squinted to get a clear view of me, and her face broke into an ecstatic smile. "I didn't expect you to come and

weak and pitiful. "Your eyes..."