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.

on my ankle. I waited for him to finish washing his hands so we could brush our teeth together. We tidied

day, right when everybody else was having a good night's rest, I woke Arron up to help me start

bag and tie our shoelaces tightly. We wouldn't be risking to

we were ready to go out, some noise came from outside the tent. I signaled Arron to keep silent. Whoever was outside, they could

in.

It was lan!

him. I asked lan to come in. Arron was also surprised. He scratched lan's ear before asking me, "Did you ask lan to come here?" "No, I didn't. I guess he knew we were going to

He squeezed his wolf head on the

to go with us." Arron voiced

took in his figure. He was too big, and if we walked together, his

can't go with us," I

I was saying. Every time he wanted to do otherwise, he would pretend like he had

for us to come

on the ground, as if he wouldn't let us leave without

squatted down to his level, poked his nose with my finger, and said, "Two roast chicken drumsticks sounds

was tempting him, but I knew he wouldn't take it with his ego on the line. He wanted us to take him