The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The destination was very far away. According to the weather forecast, we would also experience heavy rains on the way, so it would take us about two days to arrive. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Unexpectedly, the weather was actually pretty good and we managed to arrive at the Red Maple Pack in the afternoon of the second day, which was ahead of time.

As soon as we got off the vehicle, we were all shocked by what we saw.

The whole place was a mess.

Hooligans squatted in the corners and stared at each passer-by like a predator to a prey.

When we walked by them, they even waved their daggers at us, indicating that they weren't afraid of people in military uniforms.

On top of that, there were also werewolves who lit up a fire on the street. An old man was getting burned in the fire. His body was already charred black and he couldn't scream anymore from the pain. If we had arrived any later, he would have died.

It was even worse to find out that it was the old man's own son who set him on fire. While his father burned, the son was laughing wildly.

eyes, we would have never believed how

boy, about twelve or thirteen years of age,

group of hooligans tried beating it out of him. His nose was bleeding and one of his

who had golden hair, obscenely threatened to make the boy get under his crotch, opening his

the street seemed to have grown numb and accustomed to such a scene. They simply turned a blind

it and rushed over to kick one

suit and

warned, "If you move

in his crotch, causing his

to be afraid.

didn't seem to care that one of them had gotten caught. They just threatened the boy one last time before finally

boy, trying to help him up, but he immediately pushed me

in confusion. What

held in his hands was a piece of bread. That was what he had been protecting. The bread was already black

biscuits from my pocket and handed