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.

tone changed when he mentioned the she-wolf. It grew

"Why would I think of her? I was

didn't believe me. He laughed tauntingly and drawled, "Sure, sure. But if you were thinking of

rang true, and

piped up

taking my medicine," I replied coldly before chucking the contents of the

acrid taste filled my mouth, and all I could think about

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

at my arms and

was holding that

she-wolf from before.

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

I adored her with my whole being. I tightened my

aren't you answering my question, huh?" The she-wolf tried to sound angry, but

laughed freely at her antics.