Sylvia's POV:
I was a bit surprised, but before I could react, Layla quickened her pace until she was running right next to me.
"I know you! You're this year's soldier king," she said with a bright smile.
Whoever was given the rank of staff sergeant was also called the "soldier king"—the highest rank among soldiers. After this year's ranking ceremony, everyone discussed it in private.
I smiled stiffly. "I'm sorry I got you in trouble on our first meeting. You don't have to run with us, you know."
Layla chuckled, as if she didn't care so much about it. "It's fine. I was late anyway, so I deserve the punishment."
She was running really close to me. I could even hear her inhale clearly.
What the heck was wrong with me? I didn't know why, but Layla's voice was so pleasant that it made my heart beat faster.
I bit my lower lip, wondering why my heart was out of control.
I turned my head to steal a glance at Layla's face. She was stunningly beautiful. I was so taken aback that I got distracted from the path under my feet and tripped on a rock.
Before I could hit the ground, Layla reacted quickly and wrapped her arms around me. Was
I imagining things or was she trying to protect me?
We both rolled on the ground in a heap until we slammed into a step.
When I finally came to my senses, I found myself lying prone on top of Layla. My hands had landed on her soft, plump breasts.
I quickly sat up and got off her. With my hands behind my back, I apologized to her, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch your..."
We were both she-wolves. Plus, Flora and I often wrestled in private. But facing Layla, I felt weird and awkward.
Her beautiful eyes curved like crescent moons and she smiled at me warmly. "It doesn't matter, since it's you."
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