The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

'What did it say?" Rufus asked, turning serious now. "I deleted it," I lied without missing a beat.

That message was calling me out by my original name. Rufus must not see it, no matter what, or things would only get even more complicated.

"Do you still remember what it said?" Rufus frowned, his eyes never leaving my face.

I nodded. "I didn't recognize the number, and I have no idea who the sender might be. But whoever it was, they knew my name and made some threats. They even mentioned Beryl."

"Do you think you can recall the phone number?" Rufus asked, never doubting my words for one second. "I can have someone trace its IP address."

"Yes, I remember." I had pored over that message repeatedly last night, unable to sleep. Naturally, I had come to memorize the cursed number.

I cited the numbers without batting an eye, only for Rufus to hold up his hand. "Too fast, I didn't catch it." "Huh?" I frowned in confusion. This man had a photographic memory. How could he have missed a short series of digits?

Nonplussed, Rufus took out his phone and handed it to me. "Add me on your contact list and send me the number."

brief moment, I found myself at a loss. What was he up to? But our priority was to find Beryl, so I

to me and made a few phone calls. When he faced me again, we finally had results. "The

he spoke, and

Without a moment to lose, Rufus barked at his men, and we all headed to

foreboding aura, just as it had always

be denser, and a veil of mist seemed to

walked side by side,

connection, after all, because he strode straight into

sky turned darker, and the ground beneath us was covered with

massive tree trunks in a

forest, I was still as creeped out

calm and focused, like he already knew where he was

the scenery around us became more familiar. I didn't realize until then that Rufus had brought us to the spot where

distance stood a tall, prominent tree, and I recognized it immediately. This was how Laura and I remembered the spot

said, "Beryl is

forward, and I trailed behind him. My own intuition told me that Beryl was