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

Chapter 62 The Enthusiastic Roommate

Sylvia's POV:

Several dormitories were assigned for girls --they were all interconnected through small pathways, hooded with tall redwood trees on either side. The sunlight sprinkled on my body through the branches, making me feel warm and cozy.

My dormitory was located on the innermost side of the school. Although it was a remote place, it was brightly lit.

The dorms were allocated based on the classes, and they had assigned a twin room for me. But when I remembered that I was the only she-wolf on the list of Class A, I thought I should stay alone.

Thinking of this, I breathed a sigh of relief and randomly picked a bed.

However, as soon as I put my luggage down, a pretty she-wolf with short hair darted inside, carrying her luggage; she was sweating profusely. It looked like she was my roommate. I hadn't seen her before -- she looked very unfamiliar. I wondered if she was from another class.

She put the bag down and began gasping for breath. Then, she took a water bottle out of the bag and drank it in one gulp. "I'm exhausted!"

I was hesitant to initiate a conversation. After all, lots of students here despised me because I used to be a slave. But seeing her like this, I couldn't stop myself. I walked over and handed her a tissue. "Wipe your face. Did you climb the stairs?" "Yeah, I didn't expect an enormous castle not to have an elevator. I have a lot of luggage." The she -wolf shook her head and took the tissue from me to wipe her face. "Thank you. My name is Flora, and I'm from Silver Moon Pack. I was ranked twelfth. I am here to replace Toby after he got kicked out of Class A."

Flora's friendliness surprised me. Hearing her words, I wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. "Flora, there is an elevator in this castle."

Flora looked horrified. "There is an elevator? How is it possible? I looked for it everywhere."

"The elevator is behind the bookshelf on the first floor. I also looked for it for a long time. Not many students live in this building, so it's not surprising that you didn't find it," I said in a low voice because I didn't want to irritate her. "What? How can we spot the elevator if they keep it in such a secret place?" Flora grunted, patting her leg.

"I'll take you there later. You get some rest first."

I grabbed her luggage and helped her carry it inside. "This is very heavy." She quickly took the big bag in my hand and shook her head. "I can do it myself."

I smiled and released my grip on the bag. Just then, I remembered her self-introduction. I didn't expect her to be from the same pack as Alina's. The mere thought of Alina made my stomach churn.

"By the way, Alina of our pack is also here," Flora said excitedly as she sorted the things in her luggage. "Alina is the only child of our Alpha. Alpha and Luna have always doted on her ever since she was a child. She is smart, intelligent, beautiful, and the dream girl of many werewolves in our pack. If there is a chance, you can meet her." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I squeezed the duster cloth in my hand as my heart sank with dejection. I couldn't help but envy Alina for having such loving parents. She was not an orphan like me, whom everyone loathed.

"What's wrong with you?"

Flora's confused voice dragged me back to reality.

I quickly calmed myself down and wiped the table. "Nothing. You go on. I'm listening."

"Well, that's practically all I know. I mean, it's not like Alina and I are friends or something." Flora let out a weary sigh and leaned closer to me. "But let me tell you a secret. Warren, who was ranked third, has actually been Alina's guard since childhood. He had no intention of studying in the Royal Military School but ended up changing his mind for Alina."

I wracked my brains to recall Warren. I vaguely remembered him -- he was the silent, handsome werewolf.

"By the way, these are gifts from for you. I brought them from my pack," Flora said as she took out different things from her bag and placed them on my table. She then helped me with my luggage. Accidentally, the cloth bag my mother had left for me fell at her feet, and the contents inside scattered out.

I hurriedly bent down to pick my things. Just then, Flora exclaimed in surprise, "The pattern looks familiar!"