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.

my vision cleared up. The gentle face of the she-wolf dug up the woman who

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gentle smile and withdrew her hand, as if she was

acted quickly and grabbed her hand

surroundings turned dark. The she-wolf in front of my eyes

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didn't reply. She folded her handkerchief and placed it on the

instantly jumped out

did I care at the moment. My bare feet hit the cold tiles and I rushed forward like a 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 sound of

dark room was illuminated again. I looked back warily and realized that I was

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voice was flat, and she was behaving as if I was simply her guest. "Don't be so nervous. I've only brought

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