The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I couldn't struggle or break free from the grip. The one behind me was clinging to me with all their weight. My skin broke into goosebumps as the person's smooth, icy skin touched mine. "Sweetheart, it's not good to run around this way."

The hoarse voice of a woman rang in my ears.

Hearing that, I broke into a cold sweat.

I clenched my fists, trying to remain calm. "Are you Noreen?"

The woman responded with maniacal laughter. She neither denied it nor gave me a direct answer.

However, I wasn't willing to give up. "Why do you have my mother's photos? And what about the pendant?"

my mother's name in a strange tone that sounded sweet and intimate, which only seemed to increase my suspicion. 'Is

me!" I wasn't in the mood for her silly games, so I demanded to hear

again. "Since Olivia hasn't told you anything, I guess it's still not the time for you to hear the

been mysterious right from the beginning and

from her attitude, I could tell she wasn't going to tell

pattern I had seen in the book. "Can you tell me about this? You wanted me to see this, didn't you? Are you trying to remind me of something?"

I recalled the dream where I saw Rufus ensnared by the blackthorns. I realized it was perhaps this evil witch's

gently stroked my neck. "Don't be anxious, Sylvia. Everything will be the same as you saw. Your dream

me even though I couldn't understand what she

come true? Does she mean Rufus would

I struggled to escape her hold. "What on earth

her grip on my shoulders

quickly turned around in a desperate