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 until he was found and

Beryl groaned in my mother's arms,

and looked at

back and said softly, "Beryl,

rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, "What am I doing here, Grandma? I feel like I

Your dad and I thought you

but she didn't fully grasp what my mother was saying. She didn't say anything more and simply rested her head on my mother's shoulder, seeming

someone prepare you some food." "Yes, I'm starving! Can I have noodles, Daddy?" Beryl yawned as she spoke. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet

specifically asking that it be served in

not only liked rabbits on her clothes, but also wanted

I saw online that a child's finger was bitten in an attempt to feed a rabbit. Perhaps a stuffed toy rabbit would be

my mother was chatting with Beryl. Beryl had recovered and was fully awake now. She giggled when my mother

Beryl. She tugged at my mother's sleeve

she picked the girl up and carried her out to the dining room. While walking, she said loudly, "Beryl, you're hungry,