The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1218

Rufus' POV:

The she-wolf shook my hand away and grumbled, "This is the second time you've mentioned that name in my presence, Rufus. Tell me who the hell she is, or you're sleeping in the study tonight. Don't even think about entering my room!"

She emphasized her words by stabbing my chest with her finger.

I calmed down and grabbed her hand. It would do me good to take the softer approach. "Then tell me your name," I coaxed.

"How could you forget my name? Have you gone insane?" The she-wolf was furious now. She stood on her toes and butted her head against my chin. I stumbled back, and the next thing I knew, she had shifted and was running away.

This was my first time seeing her wolf. She had an exquisite coat of pure white fur, as white as snow, except for the patch of bright red on her head. It was... adorable.

I felt the overwhelming urge to be closer to her.

And so, I also shifted and gave chase. Her wolf was a lot smaller than mine, but that only made her all the more endearing to me.

She was fast. In just two seconds, she managed to disappear inside the palace.

I panicked despite myself.

I whirled around, looking for a possible hiding place. Then, my instincts told me to look up. When I did, I saw the she-wolf, coming right at me from above.

She let out a long-drawn howl.

I met her halfway through her lunge, securing my teeth around her neck, then bounded to the bedroom on the second floor.

The she-wolf instantly shifted back. "Put me down! I resent the fact that you didn't catch me this time!"

I felt my face burn at her words. But this was just a dream. I had nothing to be afraid of. So I agreed readily. "All right. You can do whatever you want."

The she-wolf giggled in delight and nuzzled her head in the crook of my neck. "Be sure to keep it in mind. Don't you dare go back on your word later. I've been learning a lot of new positions lately, and I intend to try them all!"

This time, my heart fluttered. I didn't expect her to be so... passionate.

She looked up at me, her tone turning serious when she said, "Fine, I will tell you my name. But you need to listen carefully and burn it in your memory. I will only say it once."

I started to get nervous. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

The she-wolf had a clear, melodious voice, and I didn't think I would ever get tired of listening to it.

"My name is Sylvia."