The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

The child looked so pitiful. The bandage on his face was loosened, his cheek was swollen and red, and his bare arm was covered in pinch marks.

I was already in a bad mood, and when seeing this, I felt like killing someone.

There were five she-wolves surrounding the child. The one in the lead had very short hair and was bizarrely dressed. She was wearing a bunch of metal jewelry all over a frumpy black dress. She looked like a free-thinker, but in fact, she bullied the weak and feared the strong. Otherwise, why did she tremble violently as soon as she saw me?

I took the child's hand and pulled him towards me, and then ordered the five she-wolves to kneel down and apologize to the child.

The she-wolves didn't dare to refuse. They all fell to their knees and apologized to Arron profusely.

To my surprise, Arron didn't accept their apology. He was such a little boy and his voice was very childish, but he was quite articulate.

You hurt her favorite baby and you said bad things about her. You said that

soured even more when I heard that. How dare these she-wolves say such a thing? They were courting

she-wolves weren't expecting Arron to call them out like that. They exchanged anxious glances, and

looked coldly at the she-wolves kneeling on the ground, and the anger in my heart kept brewing. I was furious at the thought of these

situation. They apologized to Arron profusely, "We're sorry. We shouldn't have said that about your

lip and looked at them

she-wolves smiled at the child flatteringly. Although they kept apologizing, I knew that they didn't really mean it. There was still undisguised pride

he didn't point it out directly. Not knowing how to deal with them, he

now. Tell your fathers to come see

that they cried out and

listen to their grating wails, so I waved my hand and the guards dragged the

were gone, I squatted down, picked up the dirty scarf, patted the dust off it, and handed it