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.

robbers had escaped. After the survivors pointed us in the right direction,

we entered the forest, we spotted two robbers grabbing a little girl's head and

we had arrived in time, or the girl would have

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figure out what had actually gone down, but we had knocked the robbers out hard and they

the girl in my arms was still

choice but to instruct the soldiers to take the

by the side of the road. I got into the

her grip around my neck loosened. But she

cries were very soft. Her thin lips quivered slightly, and her bloody forehead made her look

I was neither her mother nor Arron. I

she curled up in my arms. I was

I could do was hold her in my arms. I had never been a gentle person to

my irritation was increasing by the minute. The child was still crying, but now she wasn't calling out for her mother or Arron

lips and looked down, inexplicable emotions churning deep within my