The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The boy yelped in pain, but he did not give in. He struggled madly to pull away.

But I gripped his hair tightly and followed him into the hole in the wall. The others also followed suit.

When we all made it on the other side, the five of us easily subdued the boy.

The boy only came up to my shoulders. He gnashed his teeth and looked at me defiantly, like a wild cat. He was very fierce. "What do you want?"

"We should be asking you the same question! What do you want, kid?" Flora demanded with her hands planted firmly on her hips. She almost looked imposing.

The boy pursed his lips stubbornly, refusing to answer her question.

After thinking for a while, I loosened my grip on his clothes. "Don't worry. We don't work for Geoffrey. We're not here for you."

eyes, as if he was considering whether

do you really think you'd be standing here safe and

and seemed to want to say something but stopped on a

guards from the other side of the wall. Flustered, the boy looked at us helplessly. "Can you at least block the wall hole first? If the patrols finds out, I'm dead meat." "On it." Harry strode to

I also squatted down to help. Very soon, the wall was restored

relief. He looked around and finally relaxed

talk here. Come

of us didn't say anything. We exchanged glances wordlessly

through narrow, dirty alleys. The place reeked of rotten food,

the stench. Flora, on the other hand, couldn't keep it in and puked in a

could barely stand it, despite having living in a dirty

smell of this place couldn't compare. It was

I didn't eat much

the way. He walked very fast and didn't wait for us, even when Flora was retching all over the place. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access