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.

neck, while Noreen's words kept

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

a full breath. I

should I do? Who

passed away. I couldn't accept that Rufus would also die one day because of me. If one of us had

more positive. I think Noreen has done all these things just to break you down, so she could finally control you.

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 ever

card away. Seeing 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!"

said, "Remember to always stay by my side during the service." "Okay." I pasted a smile on

only a short distance from our living quarters. Numerous ministers and aristocrats had gathered. Everyone was dressed in black, and their faces were 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