The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I took the medicine bottle and brooded in the study for what felt like hours. It wasn't just the visions that had been plaguing me lately. I seemed to be losing control of my emotions, too. I was behaving outrageously and well without reason sometimes, and I was leaning more into the possibility that I had been bewitched.

The wizard had examined me thoroughly and found nothing wrong at all. Then again, if I had been administered a spiritual witchcraft or something, no amount of physical check-ups would be able to detect it in my body. Only the original caster of the spell could help me.

I stared at the blue vial in front of me. The wizard told me that if I had really been subjected to witchcraft, all I had to do was to drink the concoction then go to sleep. Whoever had cast the spell on me would appear in my dream, and I would finally know for certain who was bold enough to play tricks on me.

I sat and stewed for a long time as I hesitated. Although the wizard was a trusted affiliate of the lycan empire, I wasn't entirely comfortable with this situation.

Since Noreen's death, no black witch, or even just the common ones, had been sighted often in my life. I could bet that some believed they no longer existed.

Well, it appeared now that I had been complacent. I should have never let my guard down.

I leaned back against my chair and rubbed my throbbing temples. With a weary sigh, I turned to look out the window. The sky was painted golden orange by the setting sun. "What are you thinking about?" Omar suddenly asked.

I said nothing, simply closed my eyes and tried to stifle the sense of distress bubbling in my heart.

it Crystal?" Omar's tone changed when he mentioned the she-wolf. It grew serious, laced with a faint hint of

snorted and rolled my eyes. "Why would I think of her? I was thinking of my

sure. But if you were thinking of your mate, you would be all giddy

fell silent. Omar's words rang true, and it only made me feel

wolf piped up cautiously

coldly before chucking the contents of the vial

all I could think about was how well it matched

dozed off soon enough, drifting between sleep and consciousness until the dream took over. It was night, and I was in

my arms and

I was

she-wolf from before.

thinking about?" The she-wolf reached up and pulled my face toward hers. I

beautiful, and I adored her

my question, huh?" The she-wolf tried to sound angry, but her playfulness was evident in her

laughed freely at her