The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I walked out of the woods with an icy expression. The two unconscious robbers were dragged out by the soldiers as well.

It was getting late. I didn't stay there any longer. I turned my head and ordered the soldiers to organize a team to continue searching the area. I wanted to check if there were any other survivors. I also hoped to locate this child's family.

As I studied the sleeping child on my shoulder, I felt that luck had been on her side today.

The military parade was going to be held in a few days. I just happened to have some free time today to lead my soldiers here to inspect the surroundings of the imperial capital and make preparations for the parade.

If I hadn't bumped into the child today, she would have died.

The laws of the empire were strict. The loopholes had been revised a few years ago, leaving many criminals who wanted to take advantage of it with nowhere to go. As a result, the crime rate had significantly dropped in the past few years.

I had thought that no such blatant robbery and murders took place now, but instead, I encountered such a vicious incident when I happened to go out of the city for inspections.

Initially, I found a coach bus on the road. There weren't many survivors at that time. The robbers had shot dead most of the passengers, and only a few children and she-wolves were alive.

where the robbers had escaped. After the survivors pointed us in

a result, as soon as we entered the forest, we spotted two robbers grabbing a little girl's head and slamming it into a

had arrived in time, or the

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actually gone down, but we had knocked the

to interrogate them, not to mention that the girl

choice but to instruct the soldiers

side of the road. I got into

the little girl seemed to have sensed that the danger was over and her grip around my neck loosened. But she cried intermittently. Sometimes it was a cry of pain; sometimes

were very soft. Her thin lips quivered slightly,

neither her mother

face was expressionless as she curled up in my arms. I was

do was hold her in my arms. I had never

minute. The child was still crying, but now she wasn't calling out for her mother or Arron anymore. Only whimpers of pain escaped

lips and looked down, inexplicable emotions churning deep within