The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Rufus was still deep in slumber by the time his temperature returned to normal. Then he began to talk in his sleep. I drew even closer to him, but I couldn't make out the words clearly. I thought I heard him say, "Who are you?"

I touched his forehead to make sure that he wasn't incurring another fever.

"Is Rufus dreaming of you?" Yana asked curiously.

I hesitated for a brief moment. "No way. If he dreams of me, it would be a nightmare. But he looks calm right now."

hadn't seen before. What the hell had happened to him in the last five years? Had he been throwing himself into danger all

back and gently traced them with my

be healthy and safe. But now, it seemed that Rufus' position as the supreme leader of the werewolf race didn't

prepare something to eat. Since Rufus still hadn't fully

found an ideal piece of stone. With a bit of witchcraft, I smoothed its surface and created a deep pit at the center. Now

the pot. I put the fish in first, and then added the mushrooms. The mountain spring water was cool and sweet, adding a refreshing element to the dish. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

the soup with. Once it was cooked and cooled down, I carefully fed Rufus. I ate some myself, and then followed it

it would help to keep him warm. Rufus was still fast asleep. I sat next to him and dozed off. The next thing I

on, hurry and wake up! Rufus is rousing." Yana was hopping anxiously in

arms. He furrowed his brows and let out a groan. His hand twitched inside mine. He was going to wake up any second now. I scrambled out of his embrace,