The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

"Rufus! What's wrong?"

I sprinted to Rufus and pulled him up as quickly as I could, but he was already unconscious. Blood came out of the corners of his mouth while he grimaced in pain.

Flustered and outraged, I raised my head at Noreen and demanded, "What did you do to him?!" Noreen blinked innocently. "I didn't do anything." "Liar! It's you! Otherwise, how could Rufus end up like this?" I roared, and once again, my emotions were on the verge of getting the best of me.

After noticing that Rufus' breathing became increasingly shallow, I was so anxious that I almost wanted to kill Noreen.

"I've warned you before to stop using your power, but you didn't listen to me. That's why Rufus became like this," Noreen explained coldly. Her vile face was adorned with a smug grin of triumph.

shirt and ripped open his collar, only to find that the black thorns had spread into his nape. The sharp tips had even stretched to his neck, as if they were going to wrap around it at any

of it sent shivers down my spine. I was beyond shock. "How could this be? Every day, I secretly inspect the thorns on Rufus' back. They just reached the lower part of his shoulder blade yesterday. How could they suddenly grow

But now that you've gradually unleashed the power of the black witch, it will only accelerate the growth of those thorns." While talking, Noreen came around to the side where Rufus and I were standing and squatted down. She looked at the thorns and clicked her tongue. "Rufus does love you so much, but it's your fault why he is in so much pain right now.

weren't for you, the thorns

decadence. You have such strong power, and you shouldn't be confined to the imperial palace. Worse, you've been living a painful life for the sake of a werewolf. Is it worth it?" Noreen smiled, reached out her hand, and touched my face. "Why are you crying? The black witches are always strong and powerful. You shouldn't cry for love. It's

hard as I could. I withdrew all my power, not wanting to talk to

still showed

forced myself to calm down and racked my brain to think of a

be a way. Calm down, Sylvia," I

lot to watch the one you love die in

silent. As I watched Rufus' breath grow weaker and weaker, I lost all composure and began to