The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 475

Sylvia's POV:

"The harsh living environment outside the wall has made it a dangerous place that even criminals try their best to avoid. Felons would rather commit suicide in prison than live outside the wall. Although death was inevitable, anyone would choose a less painful way of dying. But Geoffrey won't let those criminals get away with it. After all, their death in prison wouldn't benefit anyone, so he uses them to feed the vampires." Felix looked up at me. "To those werewolves living inside the wall, the world outside is a hell-hole. There is no denying it. This is indeed a hell-hole."

Although it was late at night, the sky looked strangely red.

Felix stood under a broken streetlight. The fire in the distance reflected on his cheek. His beautiful blue eyes looked like a tranquil lake.

He looked at me for a few seconds and smiled innocently. "Thank you, young lady."

His words melted my heart. His smile was the same as Alva's. She, too, had said the same thing to me.

"You don't have to thank me. I haven't done anything." A range of feelings surged in my heart. I knew how difficult it was for someone who was on the brink of collapse to express gratitude.

The driftwood could only temporarily stall drowning regardless of how strong it was. And they needed more than just a driftwood to escape this turbulent sea of desperation.

Felix didn't say anything. The smile on his face vanished as his tired eyes met mine. "The hunting will end at five o'clock. I hope you won't go to the hole in the wall before that. I don't want the vampires to find out about it. That's the only way I get to see Alva. I also hope you don't tell about the hole in the wall to anyone. Otherwise, Alva will be exiled from inside the wall."

"Don't worry. I won't say a word," I promised. "I won't go back until the hunt is over. I'll stay outside the wall."

Felix gave a disapproving expression now. "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

I couldn't help but flick him on the forehead. He was acting smugly mature for a little boy.