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.

my mother since I was a child,

now, even if the person in front of me was not

told you. I just want you to know the

be a witch. I couldn't shrug off the doubts I had over her. None of the witches I had seen was good, and the one in front of me was definitely no exception. She must

mouth, revealing a strange smile. "Do you think I have other intentions?

so much time doing nothing, and we

to be arrogant and aloof, she was more ruthless than anyone else. It was just impossible to get into that thick skin of hers. I had suffered more than I could handle when I was in the capital city. What

who is blood

whatever

to her. I didn't want to see my mother's face anymore. That was the only

witchcraft. You really are an arrogant little