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.

more people came to the celebration. After Rufus took over the throne, the werewolves reclaimed a number of packs that had been under the authority of vampires. In

packs. So of course, my presence was disregarded. But I didn't care at all. I was happy to be ignored, otherwise I would have to find an excuse to disguise myself. I

social engagements and dealing with the hypocrites. He stood not far away from me, with

some of them noticed his implicit hostility, they gradually left him

little surprised. When I met Warren at the reception party last time, I felt that he had recoiled back to his old stern self.

no longer hidden in his heart. He was completely tamed by Flora to be

now as if there was nothing he cared about in the world. His extraordinary coldness

and he noticed. He looked downcast as he squeezed his

grinned at him, but then realized 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 break the awkward silence,