The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

A guilty look flashed across Adela's face before she assumed her usual timid demeanor. Only a fool would fall for her act.

The problem was that I still had no idea who was the mastermind behind Adela's evil plan. It seemed that I had no choice but to wait for the true perpetrator to show up. "What is it that you know?" Adela asked warily.

I shrugged noncommittally. "Come to me when you finally figure it out." I turned and made to leave, not wanting to waste any more of my time on the duplicitous she-wolf.

"No! You can't leave without making yourself clear!" Adela grabbed my arm and pulled me back. She looked some deranged harridan as she demanded that I reveal what I knew.

"I have nothing else to say." I was getting increasingly annoyed. I never wanted to talk to her in the first place.

Adela's grip tightened around my wrist, so much so that it actually hurt. She was sporting a vicious expression as she spat out, "Tell me what happened between you and the king! What do you know?"

I pried my hand out of her hold, releasing my fingers one by one. "No comment," I taunted.

"Mark my words, Crystal. Once I am queen, I will make sure that your days are miserable for the rest of your life!"

by the time she finished

her off again, but she persisted

go until you tell me what you

at intimidation was almost amusing to me. "If you have so much time in your hands, then I suggest that you read more books and learn something. Stop making a fool of yourself every time you open your mouth. Now, unlike you, I'm very busy. Let go

Adela's grasp. I didn't want anyone to see us arguing like this. If Rufus caught wind of it, he would only make

threatened, her

it! This bitch was really

stood, speechless and dumbfounded. I had never met someone so difficult

her off once more and said, "If you want to cry,

eyes already turning red. "Just you

she had thrown herself backward into the pond, making it look like

the surface. She screamed and flailed about. "Help!

first instinct was to

to me. Adela had told both Rufus and Laura, right to their faces, that she was good at swimming. I eyed the pond and figured that it was no more than four feet deep. I took a deep breath and crossed my arms over

and jumped into