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.

we would have

boy, about twelve or thirteen years of age, who was getting bullied and robbed by a group

malnourishment. He seemed to be protecting something in his arms while the group of hooligans tried beating it out of him. His

to make the boy

numb and

not stand it and rushed over to kick one of the bullies

other teammates followed suit and subdued the hooligans

golden hair and warned, "If you move another inch, I'm going to

crotch, causing his face

afraid. Instead, they spat

that one of them had gotten caught.

to help him up, but he immediately pushed me away. "Get out

in confusion.

blood, but all he held in his hands was a piece of bread. That was what he had been protecting. The bread was already black and moldy all over. Clearly, it was

him. I fished out some biscuits from my pocket