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?"

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

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

guess it's still not the time for you

woman had been mysterious right from the

from her attitude, I could tell she

had seen in the book. "Can you tell me about this? You wanted me to see this, didn't you? Are you

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

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

though I couldn't understand

dream would come true? Does

to escape her hold. "What on earth do you want

her grip on my shoulders and continued to hum without answering

around in a desperate attempt to