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.

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

my spine. I was beyond shock. "How could this be? Every day, I secretly inspect the

growth of those thorns." While talking, Noreen came

the thorns wouldn't have suddenly grown out of control. No wonder you asked me to release all my power from the very beginning. You wanted me to kill

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

I withdrew all my power,

still showed no signs of

and racked my

Calm down, Sylvia," I murmured

pity! It must hurt a lot to watch the one you love die

As I watched Rufus' breath grow weaker and weaker,