The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Time sped by and soon enough it was time for the military parade. I woke up at the crack of dawn to get ready.

I looked at Arron who was still sleeping and walked over to his side. I bent over, stroked his head, and planted a kiss on his forehead. Although Arron had to keep his bandages on at all times, he was generally enjoying his time at the imperial palace.

After setting the table and getting everything in order, I headed down to the city center to wait for the opening of the parade.

After Rufus took over the throne, the werewolves reclaimed a number of packs that had been under the authority of vampires. In addition, this was the first grand celebration since Rufus became

disdained the border packs. So of course, my presence was disregarded. But I didn't care at all. I was happy to be ignored, otherwise I would

and dealing with the

he was nice, Warren didn't seem very friendly. And after some of them noticed his implicit hostility, they gradually left him

watched all this silently and felt a little surprised. When I met Warren at the reception party last time, I felt that he had recoiled back to his old stern self. Initially, I thought it was just

joy, anger, and sadness were no longer hidden in his heart. He was

nothing he cared about in the world. His extraordinary coldness made me start to worry about his relationship with Flora. A man with a happy family and a loving wife and children would not be

glances, and he noticed. He looked downcast as he squeezed his lips together and looked at me. He was

that I was wearing a mask. He couldn't see my expression right now. Amused by my foolish behavior, I gave my mask an embarrassed tug and wanted to say something to Warren to