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 this

back and gently

But now, it seemed that Rufus' position as the supreme leader of the werewolf race didn't do much; he was still constantly surrounded

and got up to prepare something to eat. Since Rufus still hadn't fully recovered yet, I left my clothes on his body. No one was here to see me,

of stone. With a bit of witchcraft, I smoothed its surface and created a deep pit at the center. Now I had a stone pot to

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.

with the aroma of food. I sneaked another bout of magic and made myself a wooden spoon to stir the soup with. Once it was cooked and cooled down, I carefully fed Rufus. I ate

hoping that it would help to keep him warm. Rufus was

up! Rufus is rousing." Yana was

dazed, though. I blinked my eyes open and found myself in Rufus' 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, overcome by the need to