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

Chapter 84 The Woods

Sylvia's POV:

Flora pulled me anxiously. "Keep your voice down!"

"God! There are so many snacks!" I exclaimed in a low voice.

Flora was holding a variety of junk foods in her arms, including fried chicken and chips. "Are these worms?" I asked while picking up a kebab -like thing.

"Yes, roasted silkworm pupae." Flora picked up another kebab, put it into her mouth, and closed her eyes dramatically as she slowly chewed it. "Yummy! Sylvia, give it a try!"

"No, no, no." I quickly returned the kebab to her. "Is there anything you don't eat?"

Flora sucked the residue on the bamboo skewer, pursed her lips, and thought for a moment. "I don't know yet."

Since she couldn't balance all the snacks in her arms, I took some for her. "Our school forbids us from eating junk food because they want us to become stronger. If someone finds you with these junk foods, all your credit points will get deducted."

Flora protectively hugged all the snacks in her arms and pouted. "I can't help it. What's the point in living without eating the food we like? I'd rather die." "Stop overacting!" I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. "I didn't say that you can't eat junk food, but you better restrain yourself as much as possible."

Just then, a bright beam of light squinted our vision.

"Hey! Who's over there?"

I peeped out and saw the patrolmen going on rounds.

I looked at the snacks and back at Flora's panicked face. Before I could react, she dragged me away.

Flora ran at lightning speed, dragging me with her. I had never seen her run this fast before. The snacks in Flora's arms fell on the way, and she stopped to pick them up.

"Why don't you let go of the snacks?" I nervously squatted and helped her pick them up.

"No. Things will get worse if they find the snacks." In a fit of panic, Flora picked up a bag of potato chips and dragged me, crossing several turns. It looked like she was familiar with the place. Moments later, we came to a secluded area. "I know a good hiding place."

We passed through a patch of grass, about the height of our shanks, and arrived at the place Flora mentioned. We held our breath and hid in the grass. I was so nervous that my palms began to sweat. We waited for a few minutes, and fortunately, no one had followed us here.

I breathed a sigh of relief and fell onto the grass. The place was a perfect hiding spot, cut off from the rest of our school. Dense shrubbery surrounded the patch of grass, blocking out the light. The air was thick with the sweet fragrance of dewy leaves. I could faintly hear the sound of flowing water. Perhaps there was a river nearby.

I leaned back and accidentally touched a plastic bag. I took it and realized it was a packet of finished biscuits. Only then did I notice that were countless snack wrappers piled up in the corner. Obviously, Flora had been snacking in secret these days.

I looked at Flora with disappointment. No wonder she went out for a walk every evening. It turned out she was just hiding here, munching on those snacks!

Flora smiled sheepishly.

Just then, we heard a strange sound coming from the other side of the shrubbery. Flora and I both immediately squatted to the ground, not daring to make any noise.

"Did you miss me?"

"You're so annoying. I won't tell you."

"If you don't tell me, I won't let you go back tonight."

After the flirtatious conversation, we heard rustling sounds of clothes and unzipping.

Flora looked stunned as if she had seen a ghost, and my temples began to ache. 'What a horrible time to be here!" Flora looked curious. She parted the leaves and tugged at my sleeve, gesturing for me to look.

The two of us held our breath and silently peeked out.

A she-wolf and a werewolf were standing in an intimate position. They had almost taken off all their clothes.

"Oh... Kiss me hard!" the she-wolf growled as if she couldn't take it any longer.

The werewolf mumbled something. His voice was muffled, so I couldn't make out his answer. However, it looked like he was restraining himself. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Flora and I exchanged glances, our faces flaming with embarrassment. We clamped our mouths shut and didn't dare to make a sound and disturb them.