The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I felt groggy as I slowly regained consciousness.

I wiggled my fingers feebly, feeling as if I were lying on a big soft bed.

I had a splitting headache and my brain seemed to be covered in cobwebs.

When I came to my senses completely, I saw that I was really lying on a big bed.

My surroundings were bright, and dazzling sunlight streamed into the room. I shut my eyes, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Still in a daze, my body was feverish. The room was eerily quiet. Every time I drew a breath, I felt as if my internal organs were being ripped apart. When I opened my eyes again, I spotted a she-wolf sitting next to me. She was sponging my face to help bring my body temperature down.

The gentle face of the she-wolf dug up the woman

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she-wolf gave me a gentle smile and withdrew her hand, as if she was

quickly and grabbed her hand excitedly.

surroundings turned dark. The she-wolf in front of my eyes transformed into Noreen in her black cloak. Her face was shrouded

my temple, and my head felt heavy. I shook Noreen's hand off and exclaimed, "It's you!" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

her handkerchief and placed it on the

out of the

headless chicken. Although I didn't know the location of the room's exit, the cold emanating from Noreen made me want to get away from her instinctively. Suddenly, the

warily and realized that I was standing in the middle

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oversized cloak trailed behind her like a curtain as she walked. Her voice was flat, and she was behaving as if I was simply her guest. "Don't be

no need for that," I interrupted her frostily. I wasn't interested in any truth she had to