The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"The harsh living environment outside the wall has made it a dangerous place that even criminals try their best to avoid. Felons would rather commit suicide in prison than live outside the wall. Although death was inevitable, anyone would choose a less painful way of dying. But Geoffrey won't let those criminals get away with it. After all, their death in prison wouldn't benefit anyone, so he uses them to feed the vampires." Felix looked up at me. "To those werewolves living inside the wall, the world outside is a hell-hole. There is no denying it. This is indeed a hell-hole."

Although it was late at night, the sky looked strangely red.

Felix stood under a broken streetlight. The fire in the distance reflected on his cheek. His beautiful blue eyes looked like a tranquil lake.

He looked at me for a few seconds and smiled innocently. "Thank you, young lady."

His words melted my heart. His smile was the same as Alva's. She, too, had said the same thing to me.

A range of feelings surged in my heart. I knew how difficult it was for someone who was on the

stall drowning regardless of how strong it was. And they needed more than just a driftwood to escape

on his face vanished as his tired eyes met mine. "The hunting will end at five o'clock. I hope you won't go to the hole in the wall before that. I don't want the vampires

go back until the hunt is over. I'll

disapproving expression now. "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet

forehead. He

can't turn a blind eye to the hunting, and I'm

But you can't kill a vampire. You better make sure the

worry. I know," I replied with a

"It's not safe here.

chaotic outside." I