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.

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

rolled my eyes. "Why would I think of her? I

But if you were thinking of your mate, you would be all giddy and excited instead

true, and it only

you mad?" the wolf piped up cautiously

I replied coldly before chucking the contents of the vial

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

took over. It was night, and I was

down at my

I was

she-wolf from before.

distracted, Rufus? What are you thinking about?" The she-wolf reached up and pulled my face toward hers. I had the vague impression that she was

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

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

laughed freely at her