The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

The conversation between me and my mother sounded each other out, but neither of us got the information we wanted.

My wolf, Omar, couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you just question your mother about the real relationship between her and Crystal? Instinct tells me that she has the answers to your questions. You two should just talk about it frankly."

"There's no need to rush. They're hiding something from me, and they'll keep fabricating lies the more questions I ask them. It's better to pretend not to know anything and just wait for them to expose themselves," I countered.

After a short pause, Omar mused, "When I saw Crystal's wolf today, I felt a sense of familiarity, but I can't tell why I had that feeling."

Hearing this, I didn't say anything. Truth be told, I felt the same way as Omar did. I even had the inexplicable urge to stay close to Crystal. Fortunately, logic overpowered my emotions.

The more I learned about Crystal, the more unsolved puzzles kept me up. It would take some time to solve them all, but I had plenty of patience and time.

I sent Blair to the border so that he could look deeper into Crystal's background. I doubted an elusive she-wolf like her would have a clean past.

I'd try to pin down the jerk who had abandoned her. Unless he was dead, I wouldn't rest

in my mother's arms, pulling

slowly opened her eyes and looked at us

and

sleepy eyes and asked, "What am I doing here, Grandma? I feel like I have been

you were sick

mother was saying. She didn't say anything more and simply rested her

have noodles, Daddy?" Beryl yawned

prepare some food, specifically asking

liked rabbits on her clothes, but also wanted rabbits on her shower gel packaging, her

on the idea when I saw online that a child's finger was bitten in an attempt to feed a rabbit. Perhaps a stuffed toy rabbit

the living room, where my mother was chatting with Beryl. Beryl had recovered and was fully awake now. She giggled when my mother tickled her. She was

Beryl. She tugged at my mother's sleeve and asked, "Grandma, didn't that masked lady come to talk to you

out to the dining room. While walking, she said loudly, "Beryl, you're hungry, right? Grandma will take you to the kitchen to see if the