The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I blew the whistle as soon as I saw my vision was becoming blurry. To my delight, Rin was able to return at the sound of the whistle despite the dense fog.

Noreen yelled something in the thick fog.

It worked! I was pleasantly surprised and followed the voice.

"Damn it! You stupid wolf, let go of me!" Noreen was exasperated. It was unusual to see her looking that disheveled.

Even the most powerful black witches were not particularly effective in close combat.

Most of the wizards and witches who could only rely on potions and spells feared engaging in close combat the most.

and witches' chances of winning in close combat were practically zero when they lacked the

was because they needed some

they could even finish the incantation, they would have already been knocked over to the

She rules over a pack of wild wolves and is far more sensible and smarter than you." "I don't care who she is. Ask

Rin!" I didn't hesitate to praise

this, Rin's enthusiasm intensified. She

at me fiercely in pain. "Sylvia, I wanted to help you, but is this how you're repaying me?" I snorted, "Are you really

and annoyed, she uttered, "If you make this damn wolf

flickered with malicious

obviously trying

know wolf language. I can't order her to do anything." "Liar!" Noreen hissed and stared fiercely at her injured hand. She inhaled deeply as if she'd finally made

in her other hand. It instantly turned into

Two distinct sounds filled my ears. One was the sound of my palm getting scalded, and the other