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?"

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

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

I guess it's still not the time for you to

me. The woman had been mysterious right from

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

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?" The woman

laughter ceased abruptly. "What do you want to know? Tell me," she asked solemnly. "Is that thing on Rufus' back the blackthorns? Did you do it?" I asked. Bile rose in my throat as I recalled the

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

words enraged me even though

dream would come true? Does she

struggled to escape her hold. "What

her grip on my shoulders and continued to

turned around in a desperate attempt to