Sylvia's POV:

I lapsed into silence as I mulled over Leonard's words.

But before I could overthink, Leonard introduced his wolf to me. "His name is York. You might've noticed that he's a cold, arrogant wolf. It refuses to listen to me whenever he's in the lead, but he's very reliable."

I couldn't help but giggle, remembering the expression on the giant wolf's face just now. He was exactly like how Leonard described him. And I did feel that he was more reliable than Leonard. "He is very strong," I praised sincerely.

Other than Rufus', it was the strongest wolf I had ever seen. I wondered just how strong he was at his prime.

"And what about your wolf? What's her name?" Leonard asked gently.

I smiled. "Her name's Yana. She's a crybaby."

But she was also a singer- albeit a bad one.

Leonard also smiled. "Yes, I saw. But I also saw that she has a strong will. She's just as stubborn as you."

exclaimed in pleasant

saying something. He rarely

I didn't expect that

that and grew confident. "Who said I was

good mood was infectious. I couldn't help

said, "Sylvia, you have to learn to trust and rely on your own wolf. The lycan bloodline is a

thought about how Yana blended seamlessly with nature just now, running like the wind, as free

seed that

man with good taste. Allow me to sing a

rain on her parade either. As she hummed a happy tune, I pictured the scene where a

to tap into that lycan power," I

"Why not?" Leonard nodded.

forest again. This time, my human self took the backseat and gave Yana full control of

practicing a bit, I ran back to Leonard. He looked at me and nodded with approval, but there was obviously something stirring

Leonard wanted to say something, I turned back into

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