The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

When we returned to our living quarters, I didn't get a wink of sleep. Rufus however, soon drifted into dreamland. His face was lined with exhaustion. Too many incidents had taken place in the past few days, and he probably hadn't got a chance to rest properly.

I kissed his forehead lovingly and muttered his name, but he didn't stir.

He changed his position, but continued sleeping.

It looked like he was in a deep sleep.

I carefully unwrapped his arm from around my waist and quietly got out of bed to sit in the living room.

Dawn had already arrived. In three or four hours, Leonard would be buried.

while Noreen's words kept running on a

All my loved ones were destined to leave me. I was the reason for Rufus' curse on his back, and it was

full breath. I slumped back heavily into the sofa, a sense of powerlessness

do?

streamed down my face again. My father had passed away. I couldn't accept that Rufus would also die one day because of me. If one of us had to die,

still pregnant. You need to be more positive. I think Noreen has done all these things just to break you down, so

at the two-inch long black card in my hand, which was engraved with golden runes. Noreen had thrust it into my hand before she left. She had also told me that if I

that it was almost time for us to leave, I returned to the bed and waited for Rufus to wake up and go to the funeral with me. Day was breaking and the sky had lightened already. Rufus and I both changed into black outfits and got

"Wait!"

grasped my hand, gently adjusted the black veil on my head, and said, "Remember to always stay by

solemn and grim. Leonard's death was undoubtedly one of the greatest losses of the werewolf empire. The death of the God of War meant that an era