The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 650

Sylvia's POV:

As tears continuously flowed down my cheeks, I lay there stunned. I then turned Rufus over and saw the pattern of a winding thorn on his back. It had already gotten very big.

Running my fingers over it, I asked, "Can't you feel it? It's growing here from your waist."

"I... don't feel anything." Rufus shook his head in confusion.

"You should at least be able to see it, then." If he even slightly tilted his head, the pattern on his waist would be clearly visible to him. And when he was taking a shower, he should have been able to notice it then.

After I got out of the bed, I grabbed a mirror for him to take a look for himself. "Well, can you see it now?"

Rufus turned his head around and his brows furrowed in confusion. "I see nothing."

"How could it be..." My stomach churned from the strange feeling when I looked over at the mirror's reflection and saw nothing in it.

I then thought it might be the problem of the mirror. I grabbed another mirror, one that was bigger, and raised it up to Rufus' level. "Can you see it now?"

"No, still nothing." Rufus looked as though he was about to say something but then stopped after thinking it over.

Looking back and forth at the reflection on the mirror and the pattern on his back, I blinked my eyes repeatedly. I nearly thought I was insane and was imagining things.

"Have you been too tired recently? Maybe it's a hallucination." Rufus asked, his eyes laced with concern.

I placed the mirror down and my eyes made their way back to the black thorn on his back. There was no way it was an illusion, the logical part of my brain knew it was real.

But why couldn't I see the pattern in the mirror?

Could it be a manifestation of this curse?

Unable to bear seeing me in this state, Rufus embraced me with his arms and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Well, don't think about it anymore. I think all you need is to get a good night's sleep for now."

Around the same time, Rufus' phone began to ring. His hand reached for the phone on the bedside table. But the moment he placed the phone on his ear, the blood on his face rushed out and he turned pale. Something had happened, it seemed. Something bad.

I immediately slipped my way out of his arms right after he had hung up the call.

"Go ahead with your work."