The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The crematorium was very large inside. In order not to attract attention, Warren and I snuck into the employee's area and stole two uniforms, pretending to be staff.

We put on masks and sprayed disinfectant along the way to make it seem like we were working. Finally, we found the crematory building.

The building was built with its back toward the sun. As soon as we entered it, it instantly felt gloomy.

The entire first floor was just a waiting area. We went up to the second floor. The second floor was the place where the corpses were actually being processed. Countless iron beds were pushed into the crematory by the staff.

"You two are just in time. Come and help me for a bit!"

A man wearing the same uniform waved one hand at us, clutching his stomach.

Warren and I exchanged glances before walking over.

you need?" Warren

the rest room. Please help me with these corpses." Without

"We got lucky. Let's hurry up to see if the boy is among the corpses here. It's not yet three o'clock. The child

smell was not pungent anymore. While looking back at the door every

I called Warren in a hushed

boy's body was stained with blood and his limbs were broken. The body was no longer in one piece. Bite marks were everywhere, and on it was some brown wolf fur. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet

than three hours ago," I said to Warren in a low voice. "But Rufus was already in the manor at that time. It

corpse and analyzed in a low voice. "This was no simple death. It must have something to do with his family." "I think so too. They even refused an autopsy

steal the corpse first. Warren would have

mask back on

some sandbags from a corner, and formed them into the shape of a

I wheeled the fake corpse into the crematory. Just when I was about to cremate the fake corpse, a shrill

her early thirties stumbled into the crematory, followed by

child leave quietly."