The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Rufus and I were shocked when Leonard approached us. We hurried to help him.

"Why are you here?" I asked, frowning. I couldn't help but sound a little harsh, because I was worried about him.

That day, as soon as the dust settled and the crowd dispersed, Leonard couldn't hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Startled and worried, we sent Leonard to the hospital as quickly as possible.

It wasn't until later that we found out how serious his condition was. His internal injuries were too many to count. He was intact and strong on the surface but riddled with holes and empty inside. He refused to tell his conditions because he didn't want to be pitied.

Fortunately, Leonard looked a lot better today than that time after the riot.

Leonard pushed us away and refused our help with a bright smile. "I'm fine. Stop worrying about me."

at him warily, guilt and sorrow

help, he wouldn't have

hands behind his back, he clicked his tongue and snorted arrogantly. "Don't feel guilty. I don't like it when others feel guilty for me. I

saying that, he threw his head back and burst into laughter. It seemed that his good mood wasn't affected by

was infectious. I couldn't

the subject he had

Ethan. If that old bloke heard what you were saying

exchanged guilty glances and lowered our

when he found out what had happened. He even sent more troops to help me. In fact,

border's situation before?" I

prosecutors who came to inspect the border every year. And he has been lying to the werewolves here, claiming that the royal family abandoned them and ignored them. That was how he was able to sow discord between

words on the day of the riot was all bullshit. I regretting believing a single word

a shameless man-and a

his pack. But since the moment he