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?"

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

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

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

mysterious right from the beginning

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

I decided to ask her about the blackthorn 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?" The woman remained silent for a while and suddenly burst out laughing. "No wonder you are Olivia's daughter. You are as

my throat as I recalled the dream where I saw

she gently stroked my neck. "Don't be anxious, Sylvia. Everything will be

though I couldn't understand what she

come true? Does she mean Rufus

hold. "What

loosened her grip on my shoulders and continued to hum without answering

a desperate attempt to