The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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When I opened my eyes, all I see was darkness. I blinked dazedly and realized that my hands were bound. What was more, there were several other kids next to me, all of them tied up as well.

I struggled to sit up, feeling more restless by the second. The place was dank and reeked of blood and mold. I could even make out cobwebs in the corners of what looked to be a massive tent-like thing. It was very noisy outside. Wherever this was, it definitely wasn't in the imperial palace. Uncle Long Legs would die before allowing the imperial palace to resemble anything like a rowdy farmers' market.

I had no idea what was going on. The last thing I remembered was going to sleep, and then the large floorboard beside the bed was suddenly pushed open. It was so sudden and yet so strange that my initial thought was that I was dreaming. Those kinds of things only happened in nightmares.

Then, before I could call for help, a werewolf had appeared and knocked me out.

The bandages around my head were dirty now, and the knot loosened so that some of the strips fell over my eyes. I flicked my head back to keep my sight clear before trying to stand up.

More than fear, I felt worried about Mommy. She would be so upset if she found out that I disappeared. I need to figure out a way to get out of here.

Another wave of the metallic smell of blood hit me, and I knew then that my captors were dangerous

people. Unfortunately, I was too young, I would be no match against them. My best chance for survival would be to escape.

The other kids hadn't woken up yet. I tried to call out to them as quietly as I could, but it was no use.

any longer. It would be better to flee now and come back for

tent had no windows, just a small, wooded door off to one side. As expected,

help

exit, so I had

Just then, I heard the clanging sound of chains from the other side of the door. Someone was unlocking

on the ground, pretending to still

by the sound of

of me, so I was able to

of them wearing a clown mask and a knight's getup, though

streamed through

only then did I realize

ground was stained with

I couldn't even begin

things that happened

I shut my eyes tightly, not daring

drew nearer, carrying with them the pungent smell of sweat mixed

shallow, if only so that I could hide the fact