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.

my head. With trembling hands, I quickly undid the button on Rufus' 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

be? Every day, I secretly inspect the thorns on Rufus' back. They just

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. Nothing would have turned out this way if you had compromised and

eyes and growled, "Do you think this has nothing to do with you? If it weren't for you, the thorns wouldn't have suddenly grown out of control. No wonder you asked me to release all my power from

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

withdrew all my power, not wanting to talk to her

Rufus still showed no

calm down and racked my brain to

a way. Calm down, Sylvia," I murmured

hurt a lot to watch the one you love die

As I watched Rufus' breath grow weaker and weaker, I