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.

Unless he was dead, I wouldn't rest until he was found and punished

my mother's arms, pulling me back

and looked

back and said softly, "Beryl,

and asked, "What am I doing here, Grandma? I feel like I have been asleep for a very long

you have slept for a long time. Your dad and I thought you were sick and wanted to take you to the doctor," my mother

my mother was saying. She didn't say anything more and simply rested her head on my mother's shoulder, seeming completely

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specifically asking that it be served in a bowl painted with

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

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

Beryl. Beryl had recovered and was fully awake now. She giggled when my mother tickled her. She was

food. Suddenly, something occurred to Beryl. She tugged at my mother's sleeve and

up and carried her out to the dining room. While walking, she said loudly, "Beryl, you're hungry, right? Grandma will take