The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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My suspicions were confirmed when I witnessed Flora's panic.

I had the strangest feeling that it was Crystal in this photo. Even though I had only seen her face with a mask once and I could barely make out the woman's face in the phone I was holding, my gut told me that the girl in the photo was absolutely Crystal. No two people could have the same mole in the same exact location. Such a coincidence was impossible, unless the two were the same person. Furthermore, this dress matched the one worn by the she-wolf who danced with me at the ball in my memory. Although I couldn't see her face, I assumed the owner of this dress should be Crystal. Crystal and Flora were seen exchanging heartfelt greetings on the day of the military parade. They didn't look like new friends at all.

In fact, the thing that bugged me the most was that Flora's reaction was too strange. Her own story contradicted what she said before. She was full of lies. It was obvious that she was deliberately hiding something.

"That's Joanna in the picture," Flora suddenly said.

"Joanna? Is there such a person?" I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. This was really an unexpected answer. Flora was on the verge of telling the truth, and I thought she might take the plunge. But she was so savvy that she decided to use a phony name instead. It was just absurd.

a fellow student of ours, who was

Flora said confidently.

felt that name was a little

disguising as a man. The she-wolf in the photo was her. Later, when her identity was exposed, she left the capital and

is she from?" There was something about this name that seemed familiar, but I couldn't put

time, one of my subordinates reminded me in a low voice, "It's the Alpha from Smog Pack. She was also at the parade.

over right this minute. If it was indeed her,

about it. Their Alpha was competent and had done a good job of leading the pack in the past few years. Even though I had only met her a handful of times, in my mind, I pictured a lovely and serious she-wolf, though not nearly as stunning as the woman in

pale. She stammered, "Joanna may not be at