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.

abandoned her. Unless he was dead, I wouldn't rest

then, Beryl groaned in my mother's

eyes and

her back and said

here, Grandma? I feel like I

you have slept for a long time. Your dad and I thought you were sick and

nodded, but she didn't fully grasp what my mother was saying. She didn't say

dotingly. "Are you hungry? I'll have someone prepare you some food." "Yes, I'm starving! Can I have noodles, Daddy?" Beryl yawned as she spoke. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

to prepare some food, specifically asking that it be served in a bowl painted with rabbits

much. She not only liked rabbits on her clothes, but also wanted rabbits on

if I should let her have a real pet rabbit, but I gave up 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 would be

room, where my mother was chatting with Beryl. Beryl had recovered and was fully

sipping coffee while waiting for the food. Suddenly, something occurred to Beryl. She tugged at my mother's sleeve and asked, "Grandma, didn't that masked lady come to talk

her out to the