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.

me on the head and said dotingly, "Nothing. I just think you're cute."

she was just a sadist who enjoyed torturing me. How could

since I'm so cute, why don't you tell me your secret?" I segued smoothly. I blinked at her and

voice and asked

out sounding unnatural. "What's the matter? We're already so familiar with each

and was replaced with a cold, fierce look. "Just drop it. Don't think that I don't know what's

up and started feeling the

might be able to help. Besides, you've been lurking around for so long yet you've gotten nowhere. Am I right?" Joanna snorted and didn't even look at me. "If you know so much, then why ask

just tell

called her by her fake name subconsciously. Hearing this,

want me to call her by her real name. Why couldn't she just

retracted my statement. "Err, I meant,

pestering any longer. She looked at me seriously and said, "If you want to live, don't

up, though I

could harm my friends, I wouldn't tolerate her-even if it would cost

in her hands. How on earth could

tone softened. She explained, "Don't worry. My target isn't anyone you care about, but an evil werewolf who deserves to die a miserable death." "Well, that's a relief,"

didn't say anything more and continued to