The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Beryl's POV:

Arron and I generated the fastest sprint we could manage, but lan followed closely behind us. If we pushed through our pursuance to escape from the camp with lan trailing behind us, it wouldn't take long before the adults found us. We were being too conspicuous.

I made up my mind and turned to lan. "We promise to take you with us, but you have to help us distract the adults first, and then meet us at the hillside where we often go."

lan's visage brightened with the idea. He swung his big tail to show that he understood. Then he turned his head and ran to divert all attention to him while we escaped.

A commotion broke outside, and we took it as our cue to move. Almost everyone in the pack had seen lan following Mommy around, so even if he suddenly showed up at this ungodly hour, they wouldn't do anything harmful towards him "Let's go."

"

I took Arron's hand and hauled him from his spot to run as fast as we could. Ian was buying us only enough time, so we had to hurry. Fortunately, our tent was close to the exit, and no one passed by. Our escape was smooth.

and wound up at the back door of a large shopping mall just near the camp. A van would

to me as he did so. He did not forget to glare at me as I accepted the bread. "You're bad. You lied to lan. When he finds out, he'll be very sad and won't like you

crumpled the bread into a ball. I was annoyed. Did he think I didn't take that into account? But I didn't think lan would hate me. He was always carefree and free-spirited. I knew him too well to know that when I

seriously even when it's being said as a side note. You know lan's such a good wolf. He won't hate you." Arron

into my mouth and chewed it, shrugging to drop the conversation. "It's okay. We

his face was near corporeal as he beamed at my remark. He removed the water bottle hanging around his neck

bread we managed to take with us and waited for about ten

opened the trunk and hid in it as soon as the people got off the

unknown dangers would have taken us to a different route. Arron and I waited for everyone in the van to get off. We had taken ourselves this far;

a cry of panic erupted from the adults outside. They were talking about two children who were missing, who, I supposed,

closely amidst muffled conversations. Someone suggested they inform

feel nervous. Still, excitement was there in the middle of