The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

It felt like my world had crumbled in an instant. I lost the strength in my legs, and if Rufus didn't catch me in time, I would have fallen on my knees.

"Calm down. This isn't the time to lose your wits. Pull yourself together."

I willed myself to stay upright, but I was still trembling all over. My precious Beryl was just a toddler, nothing more than a snack to the vicious python. How could anyone be so cruel as to try and feed her to that monster? S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I pushed Rufus aside and took a deep, steadying breath. "What should we do now?"

"Don't worry," Rufus said in a low voice, his face set in quiet determination. "I have an idea." He signaled at his men to remain silent and retreat slowly. The more people there were, the higher the chances of alerting the python to our presence. In the end, only a handful of his trusted guards remained, stationed at intervals a few feet away from the tree.

I held my breath and stood still. I was like a spring wound tightly, ready to bolt forward at any given second.

extremely venomous. As far as I knew, the creature lived in the inner depths

Palmer's existence, no one had ever survived its attack. Although, it was currently winter, so there was a high chance that the python was going through brumation. Even so, a single noise could rouse it from its slumber, and my daughter would immediately be in danger. Rufus was right in sending

remaining ones now, silently

python. Before I could do anything else, however, Rufus touched my arm, stopping me. He leaned close and whispered in my ear. "Just stay here and leave it to me. Palmer's eyes may be closed, but it's probably just dozing off. The tiniest sound will alarm it, so we need to act fast. We both know I'm quicker and stealthier in climbing, so

know this, of course, but I didn't feel reassured at all. "Okay," I sighed, choosing to put my faith in Rufus regardless

sprung

gathering me in his arms in a short

toward the tree. He flicked his hands, and his fingers turned to claws. He scaled the massive trunk, silently weaving in

a muscle. One could have easily believed that it was indeed asleep, but we couldn't afford to let our guard down. The python's head was hovering just a few inches above my daughter's nape. One wrong move, and the monster could open its eyes and sink its

coarse, hemp rope held her in place. It had

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