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.

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

night's rest, I woke Arron up to help me start packing up. After making sure everything was ready, we covered ourselves

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

from outside the tent. I signaled Arron to keep silent. Whoever was outside, they could blow our cover. I unzipped the tent and a fluffy wolf

in.

It was lan!

before asking me, "Did you ask lan to come here?" "No, I didn't. I guess he knew

sat straight. He squeezed his wolf head on the nook of my neck and rubbed his head

wants to go with us." Arron voiced

his figure. He was

go with us," I

and whimpered. Then he 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

I held his head between my hands. "Just stay in the pack and wait for us to come back. I will bring

rolled over on the ground, as if he wouldn't

my finger, and said, "Two roast chicken drumsticks

and 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. He wanted us