The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

The woman was Camil, the maid I drove away before. Her timidity disappeared without a trace, and she now looked at me as a smile slowly came to her lips. "Miss Quinn."

As if sensing that I was about to lose my temper, she turned around and in that split second, she morphed her face into a somewhat rough man. Another fleeting second passed and she mimicked the face of my deceased mother and said in the same serious voice, "Alina, are you going to admit defeat? Are you going to allow yourself to be trampled by a lowly she-wolf? Are you really going to take it lying down?"

Along with the shock of how fast she could alter her facial features was the terror that hit me as I saw my late mother's face. I fell to the ground. "Who the hell are you?"

The woman strode over, still wearing the exact same face as my mother's. She squatted beside me and said gently, "You just need to know that everything I said is true."

I looked at the woman's face in a daze and was able to fool myself into thinking that my mother had really come back to me.

why did you come to me today?" Facing the counterfeit of my mother's face, I tried to calm myself down. I had naturally revered my mother since

the person in front of me

you. I just want you to know the

shrug off the doubts I had over her. None of the witches I had seen

in black raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a strange smile. "Do you think I have other intentions? Alright. You can help me kill Sylvia,

was ridiculous! "If I could kill her, I wouldn't have wasted so

than anyone else. It was just impossible to get into that thick skin of

out a milky white gem pendant and handed it to me. "This is a gemstone that will be helpful in recognizing a relative. The gemstone will turn pale pink once blood is dripped on it. It will feel hot if the one who is blood related to the owner appears within one

think that I would do whatever you say? Do you want me to believe that witchcraft can outdo modern technology now? You probably take me for

see my mother's face anymore. That was the only thing that would help her

is the first time that someone doubts my witchcraft. You really are an arrogant little fool. No wonder your father doesn't like