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.

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

Beryl groaned in my mother's arms,

eyes and looked at us in

mother gently patted her back and said softly,

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

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

rubbed the little girl's head 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 of

downstairs and asked someone to prepare some food, specifically asking that it

but also wanted rabbits on her shower gel packaging, her bowls and plates and

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

I arranged everything, I went back to the living room, where my mother was chatting with Beryl. Beryl had recovered and was fully awake now. She giggled when my mother

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

speaking, my mother quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Then she picked the girl up and carried her out to the dining room. While