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?"

woman didn't answer my question. Instead, she called my mother's name in a strange tone that sounded sweet and intimate, which only seemed to

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

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

mysterious right from

could tell she wasn't going to

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

I asked. Bile rose in my throat as I recalled the dream where I saw Rufus ensnared by the blackthorns.

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

me even though I couldn't understand

come true? Does she mean

to escape her hold. "What on earth

on my shoulders

in a desperate attempt to see