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

arsonist away, we encountered another boy, about twelve or thirteen years of age, who

boy was already very thin, which was most probably a result of malnourishment. He seemed to be protecting something in his arms while the group of hooligans tried beating it out of him. His nose was bleeding and one

obscenely threatened to make

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

rushed over to kick one of the

teammates followed suit

with golden hair and warned, "If you

the bully in his crotch, causing his face to

didn't seem to be afraid.

them had gotten caught. They just

to the boy, trying to help him up, but

stared in confusion. What

of bread. That was what he had been protecting. The bread was already black and

I fished out some biscuits from my pocket and handed them to him.