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.

changed when he mentioned the she-wolf.

my eyes. "Why would I think of her?

He laughed tauntingly and drawled, "Sure, sure. But if you

Omar's words rang true, and it only

you mad?" the wolf piped up cautiously after

replied coldly before chucking the contents of the vial into

all I could think about was how well it matched the bitterness in my

and consciousness until the dream took over. It was night, and I was in the middle of what looked like

at my arms

I was

she-wolf from before.

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

I knew that she was beautiful, and I adored her with my whole being. I tightened my embrace, not wanting

sound angry, but her playfulness was evident in

freely at her antics.