The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Lucy's POV:

No sunshine ever reached the remote palace all year round. I tossed the wet clothes into the basket as I gazed out at Firman through the ivy covered banister of the porch. He had been fine this morning before he went to school, but he had been avoiding me since his return.

"Firman, come here," I couldn't help but wave him over.

He glanced at me briefly before ducking his head. He then trudged toward me as though his shoes were made of lead.

I reached out and touched his forehead. His temperature was normal, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with his face.

"What's the problem, Mom?" Firman muttered under his breath.

Noticing the way he was dodging my eyes, I grabbed his wrist and pulled up his sleeve.

He tried to struggle against me, but in the end, he simply turned away.

Just as I had expected, there were two large bruises marring his skin. I could tell from the color that whoever had done this had used a lot of force.

I was immediately upset, but my distress soon gave way to rage.

what happened?" I demanded. "Who hurt

to look at me. He stubbornly pursed his lips, and a familiar stubborn edge appeared in his eyes. It was

frightened him with my harsh tone, I took a calming breath before

didn't mean to scold you. I was just worried." I got

buried his face in the crook of my neck

on his behalf, I also hated to see him acting

me what happened now? Come on, don't be afraid.

kept his silence. After a long while,

their names?" I pulled back and raised his head

were so clear and innocent, without the slightest trace

since he was little. "Remember the people who have wronged you and take revenge on them in the future, okay?" Firman nodded again. "I understand," he declared,

fight back, but you will make them pay

Firman's eyes, and knew that he did not understand what I meant. Nevertheless, he

become the greatest, most

Firman asked with a

kids kit me any time they want. Will they ever respect me?" smiled. "You will understand as you grow older. For now, the most important thing for

hall and headed to a rusty door nestled alongside a shabby corridor. I took out a key, turned the lock,