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?"

a strange tone that sounded sweet and intimate, which only

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

guess it's still not the time for

me. The woman had been mysterious

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?" The woman remained silent for a while and suddenly burst

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

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

enraged me even though I couldn't

would come true? Does she mean Rufus would

I struggled to escape her hold. "What

my shoulders and continued to hum without answering my

in a desperate