The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Harry's POV:

Joanna gave me a complicated look.

I didn't know why, but I had a feeling that she hated me very much.

Plus, she always wore a helpless look, as though she carried with her some unspeakable secrets.

I stole a glance at her. She was fair and pretty, I guess. But she was far from adorable.

In fact, I had never seen such a cold and brutal she-wolf who could played with dangerous weapons like it was nothing.

I couldn't help but sigh. Joanna heard me and frowned. "What made you sigh?"

"Nothing. I just look up to you, that's all." I gave her my most charming smile in the hopes that she'd let down her walls and reveal some information. "You must be tired. It's not easy for a she-wolf to disguise herself as a man and deceive everyone."

Joanna looked at me wordlessly. Suddenly, she smiled again. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Every time she smiled, it sent a shiver down my spine.

"Why are you smiling?" I hugged myself and trembled slightly, goose bumps forming on my skin.

I was, Joanna smiled even more brightly. She patted me on the head and said dotingly, "Nothing. I just think you're cute." Oh,

sadist who enjoyed torturing me.

don't you tell me your secret?" I segued smoothly. I blinked at her

voice and asked softly, "What do you think, Harry

but it came out sounding unnatural. "What's the matter? We're already so

cold, fierce look. "Just drop it. Don't think

and started feeling the wall, looking for

stubbornly followed her. "I'm on your side. What if I know your target? I might be able to help. Besides, you've been lurking around for so long yet you've gotten nowhere. Am I right?"

John, just

name subconsciously. Hearing

want me to call her by her real name. Why

quickly retracted my statement. "Err, I

pestering any longer. She looked at me seriously

up, though I still felt

friends, I wouldn't tolerate

life was in her hands. How on earth could

about, but an evil werewolf who deserves to die a miserable death." "Well, that's a relief," I replied perkily, pretending

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