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.

it Palmer, and it was notorious for being aggressive and extremely venomous. As far as I knew, the creature

the history of 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

the remaining ones now, silently

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

didn't feel reassured at all. "Okay," I sighed, choosing to put my faith in Rufus regardless of my apprehensions. "Be careful" Rufus smiled and squeezed

had sprung in my eyes. "Just be

a meaningful look before gathering

the tree. He flicked his hands, and his fingers turned to claws. He scaled the massive

just a few inches above my daughter's nape. One wrong move, and the monster could open its eyes and sink its fangs into my poor,

fast asleep. A coarse, hemp rope held her in

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