The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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I tried hard to remember it. Although my head ached, my intuition told me that whatever that lost memory was, it was very important.

It was not the first time I felt so powerless. I'd been feeling like I've lost something significant since I came out of my coma five years ago. But no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't figure it out.

I endured the headache and let myself be immersed into my recollection. At first, all I could see was a white mist. Later, a scene depicting a lively dance party emerged. At one point during the party, my parents stopped dancing and stood in the middle of the dance floor, talking about something. At that time, my mother was much younger and more indifferent than now, and my father was much stronger and healthier. I walked up to my mother and found that she had a grimace on her face while talking to a girl. I was intrigued by the girl and wanted to know why she made my mother so displeased.

However, all the guests at the ball vanished as soon as the scene in my memory shifted. Now, there was only that girl in my sight. My heart beat inexplicably. I really wanted to get close to her, hold her hand, and dance with her.

I got closer, something about her air

recalling. "Don't think too much about it, Rufus. That ball was a failure. You didn't find anyone you like. You danced with Alina for a few songs. I liked her very much, but unfortunately, you didn't. It turned out later that I was wrong about her. Anyway,

Leonard in the investigation report, I strangely felt as

how to make this

voice in my head. I knew I shouldn't think about it anymore, because every time I tried to recall fragments of my blurry memory, my head would hurt so

sought out medical help without telling my mother, but the examination

eyes to calm myself down. But that beautiful figure appeared in my

be on a grassland. She had her back to me, and

person from the one I had seen earlier. She was not Alina! Who could

beat faster and the moment I was about to hold her hand, my