The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Beryl's POV:

Once the night activity ended, the teacher accompanied me and Arron back to our exclusive tent.

Thick blankets were waiting for us in the tent, and even the prepped bed was soft-just how we liked it. Our favorite dolls were also lying on the bed. It felt as though Mommy had just been here and arranged all of this for us.

I flopped myself on the bed and raked the dolls with my arms as I rolled around. My blood rushed against my veins as excitement shot through me. I began to hope that tomorrow would arrive sooner than any logic could beat.

"Beryl, apply the mosquito repellent." Arron climbed onto the bed with a green bottle in his hand.

I sat up straight and rolled up the legs of my trousers. There were indeed mosquito bites on the exposed parts of my ankle. Perhaps I was too preoccupied that I hadn't really paid attention to other things while we were out on the camp.

I dug my nail on the bites to form a cross out of it and giggled at my handiwork. Arron gently slapped my hand away and applied the ointment on the area. The night was cold outside this tent, but the minty ointment was colder and it made me shiver.

Neither Arron nor I had expected the exaggeration of my reaction. It amused him. I could make out how he was thinking that I was really out of it.

I gave him a cheeky smile and a pinch on his face. I was just elated. I loved my mommy and my brother, and no one could change it.

for him to finish washing his hands so we could brush our teeth together. We tidied ourselves and went to

day we had waited for had finally come. Before dawn on the third day, right when everybody else was having a good night's rest, I woke Arron up to help me start packing up. After making sure everything was ready, we covered ourselves with thick coats, a scarf, and a baseball

shoelaces tightly. We wouldn't be risking to blow this plan if

noise came from outside the tent. I signaled Arron to keep silent. Whoever

in.

It was lan!

me, "Did you ask lan to come here?" "No, I didn't. I guess he knew we were going to run away." I walked around lan and eyed him

wolf head on the nook of my neck and rubbed his head

to go with us."

lan a hesitating look as I quickly took in his figure. He was too big, and if

you can't go with us,"

gave me a look which suggested he didn't understand a thing I was saying. Every time he wanted to do otherwise, he would pretend like he

the pack and wait for us to come back. I

him. But lan just rolled over on the ground, as if he wouldn't let

level, poked his nose with my finger, and said, "Two roast chicken

moved his head away. I bet my offer was tempting him, but I knew he wouldn't take it with his ego on the line.